At Your Door (feat. Beige Banks, Davito Green & Dvn B)

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This shit is real (motherfucking real)
This shit is real (motherfucking real)
Yeah yeah
This shit is real
Aye
Look
And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome
And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome

Pull up on the block nigga we ain't playing round
You don't know me nigga
Just the word of mouth
Pistol in your mouth
Brother what u say now
Glock to ya top
Watch me make it rain now
Sha sots
Quick pop
Watch a motherfucker drop
Drop a bag
I can buy the whole lot
Bitches mad cause I got a whole lot
Whole lot this a big body Benz
You can't get this
Your daddy
Bought everything that's on my wishlist
Two bitches from LA
But they French kiss
I'm the main bitch could never be a mistress
Don't slip bitch
Imma grip this 9 millimeter
I ain't friendly bitch
I don't wanna meet yuh
Bad foreign gyal with no visa
You a lil thot you a skeeza

And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome
And it go

More fire more fire more
All eyes on me got me feeling like Shakur
Dirty wine on the floor say she want to do it raw
Fucking with my niggas we send shots right through your door
Take the money leave the what
Top shottas we got force
Put some money on your head
Put some money in the floors
Came from ramen noodles now it's porches marble floors
Life's a gamble took a risk to get the shit I couldn't afford

Yeah yeah
Highly underrated, bitch I'm top 5 of all time
I'm dylon no debatin shit
Watch me come alive with these Frankenstein bars leave you brainless
Sharpe with this pen game, I see you niggas Skip Bayless
Basically I'm a legend in the making, this is undisputed greatness
F*ck mistakes, I did this shit my first take
Finessed yo bae for a dinner date at Vegas cabaret
I ate that pussy on my dinner plate and pussy nigga you to blame
Everyday it's endless torture in my membrane
In this infinite war with myself, I'm at the endgame
Searching for peace to stay sane, writing to ease the damn pain
Many nights I've had thoughts of going Kennedy or Cobain
(Blow)
One thru the damn brain like George reeves
Spit flows so gorgeous  now these hoes adore me
But if become your Superman then I'm stuck in the Lois Lane
This Lauderdale, Broward County nigga you should know the name

And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome
And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome

I grew up
Blew up
Niggas knew us
Always viewed us
Different
I'm a new cut uh
Fabric I grew from
Weighed two tons
Heavy medal like two guns
The scenes gruesome
Sheesh
The dawg's off the leash it's fair game
I spark flames
The game in a choke like Ving Rhames
I've changed methods a lot
Probably got 10 names
That's 9 personality's
Clinically insane
Flip to get ahead
I'm talking about real change
For the coins I will bang
For my brothers like Kim Wayans

I got a
License to kill mics
I'm lethal but still slight
I'm gripping the steel tight
Like pistols in real life
I shoot till it's still, die
More twisted then seal ties
Shoot when I feel like
Aye check the message
I got murderous intent I'm spinning 187's
Soul spilling out the pen I send em straight to heaven
Better repent for your sins you better call the reverend
My bars is weapons I'm armed and ready
Who wanna spar it's deadly it's sharp machetes
I load the clip with heavy shit come test me
And then I
Aim it sideways like I'm Tommy Buns
From the belly of the beast to the burning sun
Unleash my speech, my tongue is a tommy gun
I rest in peace the ones who ain't wanna run
Get left in piece ya body looking like sponge
Y'all souls brittle they break easy like Kit Kat's
Kick back and sift this shit into your synapse
My syntax
Is slicker than slipping while slipping on slippers
I been that
Nigga who's living his vision in writtens
I penned that
Tales of the stricken just listen I'm spitting
Defend that
Against opposition with hidden intentions
I dead that
Nigga like uh like

One, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome
And it go one, two, three and to the four
Riding with my niggas yeah we knocking at your door
Mobbing with my niggas yeah you know this shit get cold
And it go blow, straight to your dome

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