Screen Door

Lyrics

[Intro: A\$ton Matthews] What's the word, what's the word, what's the word, what's the word? You are now about to witness the strength of narcotics [Hook: Vince Staples] Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Bobby Johnson ain't my OG, this ain't no movie role Pop's was off that O.E., trippin', gettin' his Tookie on Thunderbird with Gold D's, a felon and parolee McDonald's for the Double Cheese, pockets fit a couple C— Notes up on the screen door saying to pack it up and leave But we don't read those 'Cause the money comin' faster than your bitch, nigga All my life, I wanted to be a rich nigga But homie, let me proceed Pops was moving slowpoke, that's way before the codeine Just methadone and powdered H to junkies with the sour faces Knocking on the screen door, asking for their homie Nate Ten to twenty each, 4 p.m. he leave, so don't be late Mom up off of work asking me if anybody came To kick it with my dad, or was he chilling in the alleyway? "He was in the alleyway"—that's what he always had me say Slangin' for them bills he had to pay—somebody at the door [Hook: Vince Staples] Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Pots on top of the furnace, Glocks on top of the kitchen Table-tables is turning, now my father is tripping He shooting, sniffing, and sipping, pigs recruiting 'em snitches 'Cause testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions Police knocking at my door, pretending nobody hear 'em Police knocking down my door with judicial system permission Contraband in where we living, hope I don't get thrown away In the prison, dogs are sniffing, backyard full of K's Catch a case and knock it out, niggas fighting every day Choppers circle 'cause a nigga chop hard on the blade Got broads on the base, slanging rude, we banging too Where you from? If they got that back, we clapping, coming through Going dumb, forties, selling water, profit from the slums Since we was young, money been the motive Nigga, get you some guns and dope Bruh, I love them guns and dope, find me slanging for the low Come around, you getting domed, somebody at the door [Hook: Vince Staples] Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for Who's that peeking in my screen door? I got what you need, what you fiend for [Outro: A\$ton Matthews] Hanh? Hello? (What's the word?) Fuck is you doing, man? (Brrp-brrp!) Qué pasa, Gotti? What's bracking? (Hanh?) Got five muhfuckers down with that on-dizzy You know? 'Cause we really out here trippin', my nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? (What's the word?) Right here wildin', my G (Brrp-brrp!) Whatever you need, I got it Just come with them ends (Ayy!) Or get socked on! Hanh? Ayy! Ch-ch-ch!