Kick That Door Pt 2

Lyrics

[Intro: BeezyB] (2wo2imes) Yuh, I'll slap the shit out of one y'all pussy ass niggas, man Pull up on Front Street, nigga On Gangway, nigga Posted up with Rio right now, nigga Fuck wrong with these niggas 50 [Verse: BeezyB] Nigga, don't try me, this shit can get hectic Have your whole family tied up in a second Talking that tough shit, taught his ass a lesson Double-down sticks, I don't do no wrestling Have a bunch of shooters pullin' up in Astons It's niggas out, niggas know what's brackin' Quick draw, I don't do the slow reactin' Gettin' niggas knocked, really is a passion Keep that fire, niggas know I'm packin' The opps need a Oscar way that they actin' You say you gettin' money but that shit is past tense Stick wettin' shit up, gave his a wrench I was down bad, talking to them vents 12 come, nigga, then I hop that fence If the opps pull up, then they gettin' drenched I'm shootin' shit up, I don't show no sympathy I'm readin' the opps mind like I know telepathy Disrespect gang then you gon' need surgery Every nigga 'round me known to have a felony We do pop ups, like we sellin' clothes Automatic sticks when we do them shows When I'm down in Florida, I'm fuckin' with them Zo's My Louis Brille case holdin' down the Rolls [Verse 2: Slimesito] On gang, all these drugs sellin', I'm livin' like it's blow You was on top 'til you got exposed I shoot the scene up then I'm finna reload VS1 diamonds on me and they shinin' 24 karat and my shit rose gold I got some real shooters and they on parole You know I'm Rich Slime, ain't no goin' broke Stock on the stick, but that shit gon' fold I slimed his ass out, right in front of his bro Can't tell her shit, 'cause that hoe might snitch I'm countin' them hunnits, 'cause I'm 'bout that wrist All the blue benjis on me, and they Crips I got a bad bitch and she loadin' my clips Zombie, and them red tips in my clip I'm shootin' off the rip, niggas get hit Got a bad bitch and that hoe rockin' Ricks 304. Glock and she know I'm havin' trips In apartment, serving with a Sig' On the block trappin', Now I'm feelin' like B.I.G Niggas want smoke, 'cause I sold him mid' You know I'm real Jefe, I can't work no gig In the trap and I got pints in the fridge 'nother strap, and I got Glocks in the Six