ZOTiYAC - Door lyrics

Aye, bitch I feel like a sharpshooter
Sit your shit up like a booster
Then wake his ass up like a rooster
Ruger got titties like Hooters
Don't try no sneak shit, I might shoot ya
Clip in my hand like a blooper
Big 40, it fuck up your future
This bitch big like Rasputia
Cock that ho' back, tryna hit his medulla
Pop off your lid, hollow the tip
It knock off your wig
Boy, you can tell we inside of your crib
He got a future, don't die behind this
Don't lie to me nigga, lie to your bitch
We not the same nigga, my shit too thick
Put my blood in this shit
So my pockets like Crips
Strips, I need them blue
I need a hit yeah, I need the boof (Boof)
I call the hitman and just say, "Who?"
Bullets like Ip man, how they just flew
Pull it a kick, man, it learned kung-fu
(Uh, yeah) chopper like Chun-Li (Uh, yeah)
Dump it like Humpty, uh
These 223s leave 'em lumpy
It look like he off the lean, how he slumping
Call this 12 gauge gasoline
How it's pumping vector go grrah
I put that bitch to your neck, it go grrah
Hold the AR like I hold the guitar
Jars in the bag and the dope in the jars
Extended mag' make you open your jaw
Keep spinnin' back like we
Don't know the law
You ain't ever been there, nigga
I'm in there like swimwear, nigga
Ain't go to class 'cause I didn't care
Nigga
Probably pull up and drop a few tears there
Nigga
Then I pop out, probably slide to the north
So I gotta ride with a rocket, of course
Caught a shot
Watch you flock to your Honda Accord
That little nigga, ain't talkin' no more
Aye, died on his way to the morgue
They bagged him up way before
Ain't even try, it's too late for that boy
They know it's over, no saving that boy
Aye, he died on the way to the floor
Lil' nigga got dropped like a four
It's 30 my Glock
This shit hot just like porridge
Nigga run up, this shit sing like a chorus
Got my Glock
But my brother gon' bring in that Taurus
Slide with the MAC, snap like a Taurus
Hollow his back, he runnin' like Forrest
Might find his body somewhere in the forest
My gun dirty, gon' mop him like chores
This bitch thirsty
Gon' slob 'em like yours
I feel like Curry, I ride with the Warriors
Aye, open your top like a door