Kick A Door

[Foogiano:]
I was trapping like a bitch, I was thugging on the low
All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fucking dough
Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove
Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fucking bowl
Me and GA really living, give a fuck about a ho
That we pay that bitch to twin he gone ship her out the fucking door
I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no
They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fucking door

Cos I used to kick them doors, bitch I used to whip the stove
All them niggas really talking but that boy don't want no smoke
I called Euro Gotit, he say he gotta hit you with that pole
And that ice on me is cold, it's very cold like the north pole
Hit you with that Gucci flow, I'm 1017 if you ain't know
GA told me don't let up you got to break the fucking skull
Twin told me fuck your bitch, I break her back down to the floor
And if that nigga talking shit, I send Red he gone baby Joe
Yeh I'm on a double cup it got me moving really slow
I'm a leader of the mob, try this shit and we gone blow
Backwood full of cookies yeh it taste just like some dough
And I got the racks them millis yeh I keep that dough

I was trapping like a bitch, I was thugging on the low
All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fucking dough
Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove
Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fucking bowl
Me and GA really living, give a fuck about a ho
That we pay that bitch to Twin he gone ship her out the fucking door
I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no
They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fucking door

[Gabriel Avrett:]
All of my shooters get busy
Got ride round with the glizzy
Got twins got Ps like Diddy
She looked at my stones got dizzy
Mix the lean til it's fizzy
Bought new Celine, she prissy
Pop with the beam he ain't missing
Trap trampoline it's jumping
1017 my brother
Fuck with me, they coming
Went and got a pipe just to [?]
I do drugs from a co-defendant
Smoking this 'thrax
Be quiet bitch, I'm counting my racks
AE the gang and it's a label too
I brought the K, if that's OK with you?
Make your bitch put bread on my books
All of my diamonds as real as they look
Got bored at the crib, made the stripper cook
They can't do it like this, they wish they could
Rollie is wet like a wishing well
I fuck your bitch, didn't kiss and tell
We was trapping and serving packs
Now we just rapping and making plaques
No, I'm not acting just stating facts
Yeh I spend a twenty, then made it back

[Foogiano:]
I was trapping like a bitch, I was thugging on the low
All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fucking dough
Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove
Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fucking bowl
Me and GA really living, give a fuck about a ho
That we pay that bitch to Twin he gone ship her out the fucking door
I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no
They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fucking door