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DoorDash
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DoorDash was released on July 3, 2025 by Saint7 as a part of the album REPERATIONS
July 3, 2025
LabelSaint7
LanguageEnglish
BPM70
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna hop out here (Hop out, hop out)
(Huh) I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna hop out here (Hop out, hop out)
(Huh) I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna h- Skrttt (Hop out, hop out)
Wait, huh, hold on **** you just missed a turn
Huh, huh, I told bro stop the whip I'm finna hop out here
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Mama had raised a soldier, no **** I fear
Thinking bout bro, I was tryna drop shells
I wasn't tryna drop no tear
Lil bro throw a drop pin in that ARP, then he dropping hell
I heard a fuck **** speaking on Reek
Ima smoke his ass and r-r-rot in h- (Skrttt)
**** getting cooked like kettle
We in that geek shit, **** just stomping the pedal
My **** shoot at whatever, don't get in that crowd
You might get hit tryna help him
**** walk in the trap, he tammat bags, **** know we got several
Lil bro tripped out, he did a hit with no mask
**** done crashed on camera
I'm on the Eastside with my Granny, and then hit the JJ's right there on Candler
**** had played with the gang, got roll tide
Did a **** just like Bama'
Spiritual hoe had asked me for my sign, told the lil bitch Ima Cancer
Lil bro upping his pole
He turn the toughest **** to a fucking dancer
Glock 19 came pack-a-punched
Yeah, this muhfucka' got some enhancements
These **** strange as hell
Gotta watch out for these ****, just like Chris Hansen
Huh, I got a brain full of dope ****
She tryna judge me cuz' I was on Perc 10s
I was just on em' to cope ****
I done poured up four lines
I'm finna pour up like four more ****
I just popped me a RP10, I'm finna pop four more **** (Huh, yeah)
**** ordering smoke
Drop lil bro off on a opp block, DoorDash
Fuck **** play with the 5 and the 2, we see that ****, gone get on his ass
We in some geek shit, twin in a highspeed
He hit a pothole, caught him a flat
Twin got a kid on the way, I told him to chill, I gotta keep him from crashing
Huh, hold on **** you just missed a turn
Huh, huh, I told bro stop the whip I'm finna hop out here
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Mama had raised a soldier, no **** I fear
Thinking bout bro, I was tryna drop shells
I wasn't tryna drop no tear
Lil bro throw a drop pin in that ARP, then he dropping hell
I heard a fuck **** speaking on Reek
Ima smoke his ass and r-r-rot in h- (Rot)
**** getting cooked like kettle
We in that geek shit, **** just stomping the pedal
My **** shoot at whatever, don't get in that crowd
You might get hit tryna help him
**** walk in the trap, he tammat bags, **** know we got several
(Know we got several)
Written by: Marcellius Posey
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