Doors Off

Got a bad bitch on me yeah I'm trying to take her clothes off
Touching on her body love her ass that shit is so soft
They be going stupid seeing that this burner goes off
Purple and pink inside the wood until I dose off like I blew the doors off

In a jeep no roof man take fucking look at those stars
Man listen to those bars speed boat questioned by the coast guard
Couldn't make it to da birthday party sent a post card
I've been doing way too much
Got some shooters they don't say too much
Got the hitters they don't play too much
I love how they're hating us
Never really knew what happened always made it up

Hit the strip with a 40 to wet the witnesses
Had to cut niggas off and focus on different shit
Got the bag and invested in different business
Pulled up new 2020 Like what u think of this this aint you think it is
Baby dropped the biggest links
Had to walk in the trap and stay where the kitchen is
Had to roll with a strap and keep it all militant
Glad to have a g back yeah shorty was missing him
Know the gangs listening

Got a bad bitch on me yeah I'm trying to take her clothes off
Touching on her body love her ass that shit is so soft
They be going stupid seeing that this burner goes off
Purple and pink inside the wood until I dose off like I blew the doors off

In a jeep no roof man take fucking look at those stars
Man listen to those bars speed boat questioned by the coast guard
Couldn't make it to da birthday party sent a post card
I've been doing way too much
Got some shooters they don't say too much
Got the hitters they don't play too much
I love how they're hating us
Never really knew what happened always made it up

We don't talk it out
If you see me on the streets if u see me on the block if u see me on the road u betta walk around
Don't know where your head is at niggas know I got the strap people know I let it clap get on the fucking ground
I might slide off in a Benz prolly pull up in ur ends Flex the Versace lens you a fucking clown
Uber eats to the friends need the Linkz tell me when know e mails that I send youngin gun him down

Got a bad bitch on me yeah I'm trying to take her clothes off
Touching on her body love her ass that shit is so soft
They be going stupid seeing that this burner goes off
Purple and pink inside the wood until I dose off like I blew the doors off
In a jeep no roof man take fucking look at those stars
Man listen to those bars speed boat questioned by the coast guard
Couldn't make it to da birthday party sent a post card
I've been doing way too much
Got some shooters they don't say too much
Got the hitters they don't play too much
I love how they're hating us
Never really knew what happened always made it up



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Writer(s): Steven Jeffers
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