Door Wide Open
I want a hundred kilograms I'm a pay for it
I'm an OG I'm a pay it forward
Put it on the block get paid for it
You a sucker homie sit and wait for it
While I celebrate and cut the cake for it
You got a problems dogs I'll pull the AK for it
For that Old Harlem I'll go away for it
At 15 I went upstate for it
Wake up im morning by 6 a.m
Got my gun got my vest and the clips
Brother picks me up in the whip
Now we rolling out on the strip
I'm just looking for a lick
I'm just looking for a lick
Stick up kid looking for a victim
Stick up kid looking for victim
I don't want to do these things
Everybody screaming out Gang Gang Gang
You dont want to feel that pain in the hood they know my name
I let it bang bang bang
I don't want to do these things
Gang Gang Gang
You don't want to feel that pain
Now let it bang bang bang
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them
But you did had to run up in your crib with the sig
Put the 40K in your face and be like
Where the safe at I'm sorry
Just came back from a party
Flew in town through La Guadia
Now i'm back in the hood in the lobby
Pitching that Whitney and Bobby
I know a lot of hating peoples want to rob me
Might fuck around and catch another body
So you better be careful like Cardi
Trap over fame I got plenty bands
Five grams turned to 50 grand
Coke stashed in the minivan
It was Puerto Ricans or Dominicans
Cubans and Columbians mob shit like the Italians
That was Old Harlem I was wilding then
That was old money shit was pilling in
There was no smiling on the Rikers Island then
I was locked down in and out the penitentiary
Played the yard in and out the gym
God body spit out the gem
I use to sell a lot of coke
Use to get it on the low it was coming off the boat
Had a ten on the dope
Kept the blickey on my hip
my opps didn't want smoke
I don't want to do these things
Everybody screaming out Gang Gang Gang
You dont want to feel that pain
In the hood they know my name
I let it bang bang bang
I don't want to do these things
Gang Gang Gang
You don't want to feel that pain
Now let it bang bang bang
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them but you did
I'm an OG I'm a pay it forward
Put it on the block get paid for it
You a sucker homie sit and wait for it
While I celebrate and cut the cake for it
You got a problems dogs I'll pull the AK for it
For that Old Harlem I'll go away for it
At 15 I went upstate for it
Wake up im morning by 6 a.m
Got my gun got my vest and the clips
Brother picks me up in the whip
Now we rolling out on the strip
I'm just looking for a lick
I'm just looking for a lick
Stick up kid looking for a victim
Stick up kid looking for victim
I don't want to do these things
Everybody screaming out Gang Gang Gang
You dont want to feel that pain in the hood they know my name
I let it bang bang bang
I don't want to do these things
Gang Gang Gang
You don't want to feel that pain
Now let it bang bang bang
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them
But you did had to run up in your crib with the sig
Put the 40K in your face and be like
Where the safe at I'm sorry
Just came back from a party
Flew in town through La Guadia
Now i'm back in the hood in the lobby
Pitching that Whitney and Bobby
I know a lot of hating peoples want to rob me
Might fuck around and catch another body
So you better be careful like Cardi
Trap over fame I got plenty bands
Five grams turned to 50 grand
Coke stashed in the minivan
It was Puerto Ricans or Dominicans
Cubans and Columbians mob shit like the Italians
That was Old Harlem I was wilding then
That was old money shit was pilling in
There was no smiling on the Rikers Island then
I was locked down in and out the penitentiary
Played the yard in and out the gym
God body spit out the gem
I use to sell a lot of coke
Use to get it on the low it was coming off the boat
Had a ten on the dope
Kept the blickey on my hip
my opps didn't want smoke
I don't want to do these things
Everybody screaming out Gang Gang Gang
You dont want to feel that pain
In the hood they know my name
I let it bang bang bang
I don't want to do these things
Gang Gang Gang
You don't want to feel that pain
Now let it bang bang bang
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Should've never left the door wide open
Now you wonder why I had to smoke them but you did
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Writer(s): Puerto Rock, Lucas Cardoso Suckow
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