Door Swang
Door swang no pain mo gain I'll get it gone
Whole day lo mein dumb plays my bitch involved
My way or the highway she still my Beyoncé
I hit off that bombay while she clean off my Johnson
I don't need your top ten
I do what my pops did
And break off my moms still
The realest niggas out here
When they won't man I will
Duck off at the timeshare
Let's just cool it
I won't get into it
Switched up my movement
Be with official goonies
And my new vibe ride like kato
But this backdoor gone stay closed
I don't like to take home
Got places out the way though
Got cuz beside like J Stone
Inside the whip like mango
If you up then say so
I go where they can't go
Ima use this face card
Or this shit can get napalm
Get more love than faizon
Ain't standing beside no payphone
Door swang no pain mo gain I'll get it gone
Whole day lo mein dumb plays my bitch involved
My way or the highway she still my Beyoncé
I hit off that bombay while she clean off my Johnson
All the shit my partner did
I'm glad he ain't get nobody killed
Them petty crimes a volunteer
Won't sit inside nobody jail
Broski good I got him here
I know the hood been hot as hell
From pounds of grass to polygraphs
Im knowing this shit is bound to fail
We riding out
Ain't no hiding out
Them bags won't themself
Synonymous got to check each other won't nobody help
I'm proud of us
We gone stick together and get a major deal
They doubting us
Whole day lo mein dumb plays my bitch involved
My way or the highway she still my Beyoncé
I hit off that bombay while she clean off my Johnson
I don't need your top ten
I do what my pops did
And break off my moms still
The realest niggas out here
When they won't man I will
Duck off at the timeshare
Let's just cool it
I won't get into it
Switched up my movement
Be with official goonies
And my new vibe ride like kato
But this backdoor gone stay closed
I don't like to take home
Got places out the way though
Got cuz beside like J Stone
Inside the whip like mango
If you up then say so
I go where they can't go
Ima use this face card
Or this shit can get napalm
Get more love than faizon
Ain't standing beside no payphone
Door swang no pain mo gain I'll get it gone
Whole day lo mein dumb plays my bitch involved
My way or the highway she still my Beyoncé
I hit off that bombay while she clean off my Johnson
All the shit my partner did
I'm glad he ain't get nobody killed
Them petty crimes a volunteer
Won't sit inside nobody jail
Broski good I got him here
I know the hood been hot as hell
From pounds of grass to polygraphs
Im knowing this shit is bound to fail
We riding out
Ain't no hiding out
Them bags won't themself
Synonymous got to check each other won't nobody help
I'm proud of us
We gone stick together and get a major deal
They doubting us
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Writer(s): Miles Barrett
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