Kick Da Door

SephGotTheWaves (Ayy)
Damn Chris, this nasty
Sleeze Money in this bitch, cappin' with Dan, on bro
Iceberg want a bag, bitch (Iceberg got a bag, mm)
They wasn't tryna let us in so we had kicked the door
Ayy

They wasn't tryna let us in so we
had kicked the door (Kicked the door)
Reminisce about them days when I slept on the floor (On the floor)
I wouldn't have it any other way 'cause
them my dogs for sure (Them my dogs for sure)
People brag on how they livin' but they really broke
Got ministers that I call family
and thеy do the most (They do the most)
Ain't gеt no handouts in this shit,
the block I had to post (I post it up)
Givenchy coat'll match my racks inside the Fendi tote
Came from below,
now I run red lights and I'm screamin', "Go" (I'm screamin', "Go")

I can't comprehend the hate,
I cannot listen to it (I cannot listen to it)
Ain't wanna go out on them drills,
but shit, I had to do it (Shit, I had to)
Who gon' put them racks inside my safe?
And man, I'm goin' through it (Goin' through it)
Since I came up in all this shit, people been actin' stupid
Bust a nick' off sellin' green,
so yeah, I had to move it (I had to move it)
If you ain't suckin' on no dick then,
bitch, I'm really coolin' (I'm really coolin')
Diamonds VVS inside this Rollie leave these groupies droolin' (VVS)
Don't like to post on media, they can't know what I'm doin'
But you know I get to them racks,
though, spinnin', double back, though
Came from eatin' noodles, now my pockets stuffed with fat rolls
Spazzin', that's a fact, though, left, but yeah, I'm back, though
Don't took with my brother, I'll forget about this rap shit
Cruisin' in this dolo, get to shootin' like the Mavericks
I just want the money,
all the fame man, you can have it (You can have it)
Yeah, I feel like he walk out the bank, I started laughin' (Ha)
But I ain't braggin', pockets fat, I'm saggin'

They wasn't tryna let us in so we
had kicked the door (Kicked the door)
Reminisce about them days when I slept on the floor (On the floor)
I wouldn't have it any other way 'cause
them my dogs for sure (Them my dogs for sure)
People brag on how they livin' but they really broke
Got ministers that I call family
and they do the most (They do the most)
Ain't get no handouts in this shit,
the block I had to post (I had to post)
Givenchy coat'll match my racks inside the Fendi tote
Came from below,
now I run red lights and I'm
screamin', "Go" (I'm screamin', "Go"), ayy



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan J. Berg, Joseph Boyden, Christopher Edwards, Georgia Rose Boyden, Eric Allen
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