Vince Staples - Screen Door lyrics

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

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

Bobby Johnson ain't my OG
This ain't no movie role
Pop's was off that OE, 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 pm 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

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

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

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

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!