 When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stash Now you in a raw purse, boy, you going outside Now you on the couch surfing, you keep a little ratchet Living out his backpack, need to get it back Got a gray double R and you need both lanes Got a dot to his name, but he all gang gang Boy, you all on my d*** when I find that strange Keep playing with the fire, but his d*** get burned Thought your boy got spit when the light got turned Got his head all cracked when the boy won't learn Big racked up sweaty when the block is serving He's always sorry when the cap don't work Got the butterfly doors and I fly like birds Better love my d***, but I ain't them nerds Like damn, why pie get a d*** like yours?