"The Door" lyrics

(Ayy, Demon, this bitch stupid, nigga)
Someone at the door
Yo', ayy
I think someone at the door
Alright, let him in then, nigga
I think someone at the door
Ah, ah, ah

I think someone at the door, I had to serve 'em
I can't keep lettin' fiends get too close to where we be workin'
I was sweatin' bricks with the bricks and they matched the curtains
Off White and Givenchy, I mix it cause I be swervin'
Pour the double cup of that soda, I'm not cirocin'
You want smoke, we cook 'em like chefs, niggas just get to choppin'
I was out in Neimans with Fendi, just Benji droppin'
I feel like Serena with racks and it's tennis poppin', ah
Shorty break a leg, choppa bullets break ya leg
Add the baking soda, flip it like it's bacon eggs
Niggas love the yola, still be steppin' on they heads
I'm steppin' on the feds
We be out here bendin' blocks
I was with your BM, nigga, we was bendin' thots
I could probably whip that 30 out that fuckin' pot
And I was wildin', sippin' dirty, out there smokin' pot
The trap was meant to pop
Y'all ain't put in work at all
While you was studyin' your homework, I was sellin' raw
And if you see me do that work then please don't get involved
'Cause if we find out you be snitchin', hit your neck and all
We get the problem solved
Body 'bout 150 pounds
I was shootin' out that drum, that shit had 50 rounds
And we investin' just for fun, but I'm gon' keep that round
But if you isn't with your gun, then we gon' take them pounds
And when we take your crown, thirty bullets walk it off
He ain't walkin' off, police comin', chalk him off
He be talkin' off
Haha, they still be talkin' off

Ah
Check your dough, nigga
I think someone at the door
I think someone at the door
I think someone at the door
I think someone at the door
I think someone at the door
I think someone at the door
I'm in the trap with the bricks and I think someone at the door