Okay

Two doors
Cause four is just too much
Never say I'm yours
Cause that's how you get stuck
Gotta watch out for them niggas
That do anything for the buck
I ain't tryna ride with niggas okay
Nah I can't get high wit niggas okay
I stand out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So how you not proud of me
Wake up first thing
I put loud in me
Then I shit on whoever done doubted me
Yea I hope that you proud of me
Well known in my city
So you know I feel safe
But I keep a few don't fuck arounds With me just in case
Niggas never coming outta pocket
But they stay coming outta place
Where's ya bitch I need her face
In her mouth no trace
Stamps on the passport
Nigga fuck a state
From a hood
Where niggas make it out
At a lucky rate
Bitch I'm from the 51 wit the 8
Since a younging
I had a lot on my plate
Since a younging
It's been free bro from them gates
I rather shoot like dame than curry
Sorry the wok got blurry
I can't fuck wit the wok it's too dirty
And I don't want the pussy bitch
If out here talking about it's purring
I don't play them games
I'm like Irving
My attention
Bitch you don't deserve it
Two doors
Cause four is just too much
Never say I'm yours
Cause that's how you get stuck
Gotta watch out for them niggas
That do anything for the buck
I ain't tryna ride with niggas okay
Nah I can't get high wit niggas okay
I stand out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So how you not proud of me
Wake up first thing
I put loud in me
Then I shit on whoever done doubted me
Yea I hope that you proud of me
I don't fuck wit 12
But shoutout ja morant
I love when motherfuckers
Do the shit that hating ass niggas
Say they can't
Oh you got something prove
Bitch I'm tryna win
I ain't worried about them times
When I use to lose
O you want the juice
So does a bunch of bishop ass niggas Trying to hang you up like a noose
Throw up signs like the deuce
Young OG been a OG
Since a young nigga like melo at cuse
My bitches ain't out here fuckin for fun
Put that pussy to use
I know you really thought
I was the one
Okay
I feel closer to a mil than meek can
Fuck the club up
Smack a bouncer with my weak hand
I got to stay out of you bitches dms On the weekend
Okay
No way
Two doors
Cause four is just too much
Never say I'm yours
Cause that's how you get stuck
Gotta watch out for them niggas
That do anything for the buck
I ain't tryna ride with niggas okay
Nah I can't get high wit niggas okay
I stand out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So how you not proud of me
Wake up first thing
I put loud in me
Then I shit on whoever done doubted me
Yea I hope that you proud of me



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Victoria
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