At the Door

I can't call a cop
Just ran next door to my neighbor's
Played him what I made
Shouldn't of been doing him favors
I was proud of the flow because the basics
But before I could say shit
He broke out like matrix
Woke as fuck
And shit you know my luck
This dude's mind couldn't take it
Blew his brains out on his ottoman
Imma need more than just a mop I'm in some shit
Oh not again
I think it's time to call the Wolf
Let me get my mops
We gone get this cool
We gone get like soup
It's all kosher
Imma get this like I'm supposed to
But on cue this nikka's chocha
Walks in then her brains just fucking explode bruh
I'm 2 bodies deep
Do I dare play this curse where bodies be
Pops said a shaman from the mother land
Conjured up powers that were then sworn to me
I think this what they talking bout
My flow fortunately chalk them out
Check them out
They keep checking route
But it all checks out
Like wedding vows
Red beams and rice
Ain't ever sounded so fucking nice
Cause of this new bounce
Killa getting charged with murder twice
Aggravated twice
Possession twice
I'm already hindsight
I'm brown so you know that mean
They already on site
Why when I rap do good people die
I been working like a Mexican
If you looking for the bars then there I am
Pull up on the track
Heat in my hands
223 in the back of that record's can
These metaphors a big part of my rapping
Almost feel like you gotta be literate
Dorian Gray rap
Fuck with me even if a little bit
I don't ask for much
An audience who bout the simple stuff
I want all my fans to know
I won't budge when it comes to trust
If them nikkas made me choose you're in luck
I got that latin moral, that mean I'm a loyal fuck
Some call me a stubborn man
And I don't understand
What's so hard to understand about

When you buck I buck
Yeah
When you ride I roll
It's just me and all my homies
Doing desmadre on the road
So
When you call about a body
I got on my floor
I know you won't ask me questions
You gone be there at the door
So

When you buck I buck
Yeah
When you ride I roll
It's just me and all my homies
Doing desmadre on the road
So
When you call about a body
I got on my floor
I know you won't ask me questions
You gone be there at the door

Yeah I don't play dat nikka
Clemson shut it out
Playback not needed so cut it out
Like you and your lady got into some shit
and ya'll fucking to make it better
Literal word play
Literally got me linking these dots
Competitors can't match my erection
Nobody matching Mexican crops
So I been thinking
Fuck the props
I know the game is not award shows
The game is a grown ass man with 2 pants in his wardrobe
3 shirts, a pair of sneakers
And that nikka busting for profits
Life got this 3rd dimension
Like I got ounces in the office
Oval prophets
Professing bout honest
I'm professing bout bomb shit
Professor was on my agenda
But now I prefer criminal logic
My president painted a picture
Of criminalistic latin militias
Running rampant in our communities
Drinking our 40's
Smoking our swishers
Raping these women
Robbing these honest workers
Sneaking inside of America
These vandals and hamburglars
I know ya'll nervous
Don't worry my shit is real tight
Feel like, quick draw when I roll in my car on a still night
Set them up like

When you buck I buck
Yeah
When you ride I roll
It's just me and all my homies
Doing desmadre on the road
So
When you call about a body
I got on my floor
I know you won't ask me questions
You gone be there at the door
So

When you buck I buck
Yeah
When you ride I roll
It's just me and all my homies
Doing desmadre on the road
So
When you call about a body
I got on my floor
I know you won't ask me questions
You gone be there at the door

Land of the restless
My residence Texas
Land of the trill
We crazy bout asses
Don't care about breasts
They call me a crazy mother fucker
My grandpa schizophrenic
I'm bout democracy
So I think we need to put violence back in the Senate
I mean it
I mean it
Don't mope I'm modern Maria
I'm Sweet Jones with my wisdom
My loyalty be my Bedah
That mean I'm UGKilling it
Shoe size triple it
Fuck the beat as producer
Then come back with the track and
Sell it to you with syphilis
Infamous
When you figure this out
Ya'll gone be one with my clout
I'll either have you up at night
or have you resting alright
Put you down for the trial amount
I suggest that lifetime price
When it comes to bang for your buck
I promise you knowing is nice
Because when you buck I buck
Nikka
When you ride I roll
It's just me and all my homies
Doing desmadre on the road
So
When you call about a body
I got on my floor
I know you won't ask me questions
You gone be there at the door
Hoe



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Writer(s): Mel Sinclair
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