Kickdoor

I'm with the brothers you know that we juugin'
Beat up the pot and it's lookin' like pudding
He's flexing that chain like that shit ain't tookin
Free my bro out the pen yeah they fuckin' booked him
I up my FN, you know that it shook him
My brother just walked him down, I wasn't looking
He had some nice shit on, but we had to juug him
We in the trap, in the kitchen and you know we cookin'
I got the pressure and they call me "Trapstar"
The shit super funny cause ion even trap hard
I shot at my opps and he ran like a track star
We shot at his whip and he's slidin like NASCAR
This is a freestyle this ain't no written
I'm not finna cap, my nigga I'm spittin
How the fuck you got pole and my nigga you slippin'
You reach for my chain, I take yo existence
Don't come on my block cause shit could get technical
Got a new glock and that shit got a reticle
You record in the traphouse my nigga you federal
You snitch to the bitch, man you is so federal
You posting you sticks, boy you is so federal
You screenshot the chat, boy you is so federal
You fold under pressure my nigga you federal
You hang with the opposition,boy you federal
You say you not there, but why are you lying
If AFM slidin' you know niggas dying
This is some mid, what the fuck is you buying
Keeping it cool, who the fuck is you eyeing
Kick down yo door, where the fuck is you hiding
Swear to god we not leaving till we find him
We have the pressure you know we applying
Then we hop in the hellcat, you know we be flying
And I'm geeked(Like a motherfucka)
And I'm geeked(Like a motherfucka)
In this bitch I'm geeked(Like a motherfucka)
And I'm geeked(Like a motherfucka)
And I'm geeked(Like a motherfuckea)
In this bitch I'm geeked(Like a motherfucka)
Hop up out the crib bitch forces on my feet
On my right hip bitch 223
You a lame ass nigga, bitch don't speak
You gon' meet this choppa, and it'll be a tragedy