Front Door

When them killers at the front door ready for the smoke

Put a **** on critical you thought it was a joke

Put that real trap shit. In every lyric that I wrote

But I try to keep it low cuz the feds already know

Take it slow ya take it slow with the dope

Watch the oil win the water I’m a whip till it float

Scrape the pot 10 times make sure every gram go

I’m the flatest and the lower cuz the plug already know us

Let him try violate we. Ain’t seen him since

Know I only sell. Raw. I. Don’t remix shit

It’s like a house I contract where I need them bricks

I got birds in the nest so I keep em sticks

My PO moving like a bitch trying to see me pissed

Who knew 10 years later it still be like this

I keep 10 in the clip cuz this shit never change

Put a box in my range, the plug waiting for the stock to exchange

I bout a rep before I bought me a chain

I bought a ring before I bought me a whip

I bout 5 before I bought me a brick

I’m just talking my shit

Feel the pressure in the room it’s getting awkward and shit

**** shoulda left the streets he got a job as a snitch

**** shot up in the spot he never walk with his kids

Send them killers to your door it ain’t costing me shit

Last hoe you fucked around with got the drop where you live

When them killers at the front door ready for the smoke

Put a **** on critical you thought it was a joke

Put that real trap shit. In every lyric that I wrote

But I try to keep it low cuz the feds already know

Take it slow ya take it slow with the dope

Watch the oil win the water I’m a whip till it float

Scrape the pot 10 times make sure every gram go

I’m the flatest and the lower cuz the plug already know us

Ya I rap for bands they be rapping for the clout

I get in my feelings feeling like I need a million out

They depending on Bushman you know I do it for the town

My killer call like Bushman when you gonna get us out

I got ****’s doing life but I don’t know if they ever coming out

Broski on the run, they raided every spot that he come out

I’m still riding with my dawg and that’s without a doubt

I’m like fuck these rappers they don’t do this shit my niigga’s bout

They don’t do the shit we did, broski knocked them off the grid

Then he flees off the map but I still know where he hid

Tried to escape from the streets but it was only for a bit.

All these damn lows we might have to buy a skid

All these damn sticks it ain’t shit to get a **** hit

My bro’s want more drops it ain’t nothing to get you flip

They turn the lights on, don’t pull over broski do the dip

Getaway every time same shit

Different whip slat slat

When them killers at the front door ready for the smoke

Put a **** on critical you thought it was a joke

Put that real trap shit. In every lyric that I wrote

But I try to keep it low cuz the feds already know

Take it slow ya take it slow with the dope

Watch the oil win the water I’m a whip till it float

Scrape the pot 10 times make sure every gram go

I’m the flatest and the lower cuz the plug already know us