Текст NBA YoungBoy – Kick Yo Door

4KTrey
Ay, free DDawg
You know what it is with me, nigga
Nobody say if we gon’ die today

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh
Mission, find the 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, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)
Bow, hit the ground, bitch
Please don’t make no sound, bitch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money ‘fore yo’ head I leave some rounds in
This shit could go straight or I could leave here with ‘yo head split
Bitch

And don’t say shit ain’t up in here, I know that ain’t right (That ain’t right)
Bitch, we smelt you cookin’ dope up here the other night (Other night)
I’m startin’ to think that you a smoker, why you got a pipe? (Got a pipe)
You make a move and I’ma bat you with this fuckin’ pipe, bitch (Lil’ boy)
38, straight connivin’, nigga breakin’ in yo’ shit
Go ask a real nigga ’bout me, these niggas can’t play me like no bitch (Uh-uh)
Play with me, you must want death, I tell me shooter make a wish (What up?)
Back to this, I’m here for that, now, nigga, come up off yo’ shit

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh
Mission, find the 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, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)

Hold on, red bitch
Tote a green flag, she bang 4KTrey
Dirty bitches, talkin’ groupie bitches, always in my face
Bloody niggas, he got plenty bodies, caught another case
Nobody safe, and all he wanna know is who gon’ die today
Wet that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage
Slime, he just wiped a nigga nose for a whole thing
He on probation and he thuggin’, fuck what people think
Said he gon’ buy his bro cutlass with some candy paint
Get that money, nigga

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh
Mission, find the 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, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)
Bow, hit the ground, bitch
Please don’t make no sound, bitch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money ‘fore yo’ head I leave some rounds in
This shit could go straight or I could leave here with ‘yo head split
Bitch