At My Door

Lyrics

[Intro: ?] At my door, at my door At my door, at my door At my door At my door At my door [Chorus: BandGang Masoe & ?] (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door), at my door, it's some pro's at my door (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) (At my door) [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] Close that door bitch, while we count this dough bitch up in this room Send my hoe bitch to go get that load quick while I'm hittin' these moves I'm so focused, got shit in motion, niggas watch my moves But I'm deep in, even if they could nigga, wouldn't walk in my shoes Broke the side door my aunty shit nigga, from all that traffic Had to move away from my granny shit nigga, did too much trappin' This real life I'm talking bout now, niggas just be rapping Got hi-tek in my styrofoam cup, shit had me [?] [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] Too loaded off these god damn percs, shit got me itchin' Got traffic at the side and the front, old lady keep bitching Shit differеnt, niggas slow down and listen you could make some chickеn Talkin' real money not the flowered and fried shit out the kitchen Consistent, only way he gon' get it is to stay consistent Preventin' it, if it means it's gon' happen ain't no preventin' it It's pros, that's over them hoes but feed them children The dough, go get it my nigga can't miss a penny [Chorus: BandGang Masoe & ?] At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) [Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] All this god damn traffic it ain't making' no sense Man this dirty ass crib get me clean ass rich Stuff em' in my bitch titties till' she look like [?] rich Yeah this cookie shit green and blow mean like the grinch I'm the landlord of your hood nigga, ain't that some shit Swerve through with the top dropped, nigga feelin' like Mitch Make good [?] off good [?], and of course good shit Niggas don't think about coming short, it wouldn't make good sense I pay him extra cus' he wrap em' right, yeah he wrap em' tight Try that dumb shit if you want, cus' we strapped tonight Sushi [?], double butter double rice Fill him with the whole clip, like I tried to kill him twice [Chorus: BandGang Masoe & ?] At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door) At my door, (at my door), it's some pro's (at my door)