Kick Yo Door - NBA Youngboy [ karaoke lyrics instrumental ]

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4KTrey
Ay, free DDawg
You know what it is with me, ni*ga
Nobody say if we gon' die today
Northside, 38, we put guns to the face
Slime

Bow, b*tch, kick yo' door, uh
Meet yo' family stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh
I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now, b*tch,
I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, ni*ga)
Bow, hit the ground, b*tch
Please don't make no sound, b*tch
We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money 'fore yo' head
I leave some rounds in
This sh*t could go straight or
I could leave here with 'yo head split
b*tch

And don't say sh*t ain't up in here,
I know that ain't right
b*tch, we smelt you cookin' dope up here
the other night
I'm startin' to think that you a smoker,
why you got a pipe?
You make a move and I'ma bat you
with this f*ckin' pipe, b*tch
38, straight connivin', ni*ga breakin' in yo' sh*t
Go ask a real ni*ga 'bout me,
these ni*gas can't play me like no b*tch
Play with me, you must want death,
I tell me shooter make a wish
Back to this, I'm here for that, now, ni*ga,
come up off yo' sh*t

Bow, b*tch, kick yo' door, uh
Meet yo' family stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now, b*tch,
I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, ni*ga)
Bow, hit the ground, b*tch
Please don't make no sound, b*tch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money 'fore yo' head
I leave some rounds in
This sh*t could go straight or
I could leave here with 'yo head split

Hold on, red b*tch
Told her green flag, she b*ng 4KTrey
Dirty b*tches, talkin' groupie b*tches,
always in my face
Bloody ni*gas, he got plenty bodies,
caught another case
Nobody savin', all he wanna know is
who gon' die today
Wet that ni*ga up in traffic, he got road rage
Slime, he just wiped a ni*ga nose for a whole thing
He on probation and he thuggin',
f*ck what people think

Said he gon' buy his bullpup (?) with some candy
Get that money, ni*ga

b*tch, kick yo' door, uh
Meet yo' family stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh
I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now, b*tch,
I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, ni*ga)
Bow, hit the ground, b*tch
Please don't make no sound, b*tch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money 'fore yo' head
I leave some rounds in
This sh*t could go straight or
I could leave here with 'yo head split
b*tch