"Screen Door" lyrics
Huh?
Huh?
Huh, all I know is get pape'
Lil' goat ridin' round with the big apes
Tryna get my shit straight
Wrap a nigga up, drop him like a mixtape
Bro the chef, I love the kids, I don't whip babies
All I know is hand-in-hand, do this shit daily
Unc' showed me how to turn a ten to a quick eighty
I'm hungry, I'm goin' east, let's get a Big Baby
New bust down AP, brodie wrist crazy
The streets'll turn a young nigga to the man wanted
The beef'll turn a whole nigga 'til the men want me
One thing about me, I'mma stand on it
Probably made me pape' if my hands on it
My momma know I'll take a nigga head off (Baow)
By eighteen, I was sellin' hard and soft
This a fact, not just a rap
Niggas sayin' this and that, huh
Hop out the- nah, that's a van, get 'em tapped
I'll let the opp niggas shop two, get him jacked (Get him jacked)
Huh?
(Get him jacked)
Mmmm
Niggas really can't stand me
'Cause I don't dick suck and I ain't friendly
And I ain't comin' out if they ain't payin' me
Ain't gon' call him 'brother' if he ain't family (Huh?)
When the money stop comin', niggas'll get mad
I'm the type to keep calm, jump in a different bag
Hustlers don't stop, they keep going, I was thuggin' young
If I sign to anybody, I'm three hunnid up
I'm really tied in with gang, but I ain't flaggin'
They'll really pop a nigga top, no, I ain't cappin'
These six fours, every nigga ain't stackin'
I don't dwell on no 'L's, act like they ain't happen (Huh?)
Huh?
They can't fuck with me no more
These bitches don't make me no pape' (Huh?)
I don't know dawg, he ain't my gang (Huh?)
When I'm on the road, I stay in my lane (Huh?)
Huh?
Huh, all I know is get pape'
Lil' goat ridin' round with the big apes
Tryna get my shit straight
Wrap a nigga up, drop him like a mixtape
Bro the chef, I love the kids, I don't whip babies
All I know is hand-in-hand, do this shit daily
Unc' showed me how to turn a ten to a quick eighty
I'm hungry, I'm goin' east, let's get a Big Baby
New bust down AP, brodie wrist crazy
The streets'll turn a young nigga to the man wanted
The beef'll turn a whole nigga 'til the men want me
One thing about me, I'mma stand on it
Probably made me pape' if my hands on it
My momma know I'll take a nigga head off (Baow)
By eighteen, I was sellin' hard and soft
This a fact, not just a rap
Niggas sayin' this and that, huh
Hop out the- nah, that's a van, get 'em tapped
I'll let the opp niggas shop two, get him jacked (Get him jacked)
Huh?
(Get him jacked)
Mmmm
Niggas really can't stand me
'Cause I don't dick suck and I ain't friendly
And I ain't comin' out if they ain't payin' me
Ain't gon' call him 'brother' if he ain't family (Huh?)
When the money stop comin', niggas'll get mad
I'm the type to keep calm, jump in a different bag
Hustlers don't stop, they keep going, I was thuggin' young
If I sign to anybody, I'm three hunnid up
I'm really tied in with gang, but I ain't flaggin'
They'll really pop a nigga top, no, I ain't cappin'
These six fours, every nigga ain't stackin'
I don't dwell on no 'L's, act like they ain't happen (Huh?)
Huh?
They can't fuck with me no more
These bitches don't make me no pape' (Huh?)
I don't know dawg, he ain't my gang (Huh?)
When I'm on the road, I stay in my lane (Huh?)
