Butterfly Doors

Ouuuu
Yeah
Woah
It's lit
Ugh
Woah
Let go

Open them butterfly doors
I don't wanna mess with none of them hoes
I want them chains a hunnid percent gold
And then them diamonds on my neck to be froze

I like them different cliché bitches
The ones that will sit and lay with you
If they wanna drop a k imma stay wit em
If they ain't on the wave imma wave at em

Lil shawty said to be honest
She said she gon leave if I quit making profits
So I had to run a bag had to get some Gabbana
Fuck out my life we don't mess with toxics
Yeah had to run a bag so I run up the Prada
We out from the streets so we know ever corner
Said he want smoke but I ain't really tryna
Tryna see tears, tears from his mama, tears from his mama

Green light green light green lights
Run through my head like a head light
She wanna fuck but that not right
But her flight leave tonight

But I said nah nah nah
She wanna give top top top
Waiting for the drop drop drop
I told em I ain't gonna stop

Remember them days they was hating on me
You used to be live but you fake homie
Switching must suck cause the fame got me
That shit picked me up now I'm placed homie

And you go bla bla bla
And you don't no stop stop stop
I been hearing them shots shots shots
When we shoot it graaa graaa graaa

I been hearing you fake homie
I run through your chain homie
We run up a check homie
We leaving you dead homie

Yeah
Pull up on blocks
I run through your shots shots shots
You hear that graaa graaa graaa
I run through your shots

Ouu
Baby you fake homie
Baby you fake
Baby you fake homie
Better run it up

Open them butterfly doors
I don't want to mess with none of them hoes
I want them chains a hunnid percent gold
And then them diamonds on my neck to be froze

I like them different cliché bitches
The ones that will sit and lay with you
If they wanna drop a k imma stay wit em
If they ain't on the wave imma wave at em

Lil shawty said to be honest
She said she gon leave if I quit making profits
So I had to run a bag had to get some Gabbana
Fuck out my life we don't mess with toxics
Yeah had to run a bag so I run up the Prada
We out from the streets so we know ever corner
Said he want smoke but I ain't really tryna
Tryna see tears, tears from his mama, tears from his mama

Green light green light green lights
Run through my head like a head light
She wanna fuck but that not right
But her flight leave tonight

But I said nah nah nah
She wanna give top top top
Waiting for the drop drop drop
I told em I ain't gonna stop

Ouuu