Who @ The Door?

Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Woah, yeah, uh huh) [Chorus] Yeah, who that at the—wait Who that at the door? Yeah Coppas get behind us, we push off, know we gon' soar, huh This one for my brothas sippin' syrup, pour that four, woah Really, I got racks in, is it bad if I want more? (If I want more) Wait, who that at the door? Yeah Coppas get behind us, we push off, no, we gon' soar, yeah This one for my twinnem with them pints and they just scored, eh Really, I just wanna count that paper 'til I'm sore [Verse] (Hey, 'til I'm sore, bitch) High as fuck, I'm not even on Earth—I'm in the orbit In your hood, niggas run you out like Apple storage You can go 'head, talk that lil' ass shit, I still get more rich Sorry bae, I had to chuck the deuce at you like Norris It ain't shit, I get the blue cheese, I'm with Korbin These lil' niggas tryna take the sauce—they absorbin' Runnin' game until it's time to ball, I make 'em forfeit [Bridge] Like, what the fuck goin' on? I'm really tryna find out, like (Yeah) I gotta open my phone—I had to open my phone to some bullshit, like I'm finna just go like (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Aye man, nah, for real though I ain't worried 'bout shit, on my momma Skium sayn (Woah, woah, bih) [Chorus] Yeah, who that at the—wait Who that at the door? Yeah Coppas get behind us, we push off, know we gon' soar, huh This one for my brothas sippin' syrup, pour that four, woah Really, I got racks in, is it bad if I want more? (If I want more) Wait, who that at the door? Yeah Coppas get behind us, we push off, no, we gon' soar, yeah This one for my twinnem with them pints and they just scored, eh Really, I just wanna count that paper 'til I'm sore [Outro: Xhulooo & Regtoofunny] Man, I got switches, I got drakes, and I'm known for doing the dash I'll knock your stupid ass out, while you pumpin' gas Shit, who? MAN, YOU Clutchin', clutchin' Man, shut the fuck up man (Yeah) Man, look at that tiny ass gun, we got three-hundred blackout Lets bang it out, last man standing You isn't talkin' bout him? Man, no! We just shot up his house, last night Man I'm finna back the fuck out Why me!? Ah, Yeah Ah, Yeah Ah (I see y'all boys fuckin' with the movement) Yuh, yuh, yuh