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

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 Fuck 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