DORA! lyrics

(verse 1: Seth)
I ain't chasing hoes
I been racing to that paper
She can’t breathe without me
What I told her
Promise I can't save her aye
This grip became equipped
Right on my hip
It got a laser
How I'm shredding sh*t
Might as well gon’ call that b*tch my grater
Aye
Pop out gang we down to shoot
Drop the jewelry and the loot
I don't got no time to sit and argue with you
Get the boot
Paper talk
I don't say a thing
She blowing up my celly boy I'm watching that b*tch ring
Gang
What I say
Move around these b*tches fake
I don't got no time today
I'm Dora in this b*tch
Gang why is that?
I'm gon' find a way
Wake up every morning
f*ck the games
What that paper say
Paper come and paper go
That paper ain’t gon’ never wait
I'm great
How I’m feeling pulled my weight
Now I'm chilling
I can't chill for real
'Till me and gang got paper to the ceiling
What I’m chasing that's a milli
n*ggas fake and looking silly
I be on my sh*t
n*ggas moving basic in my city
On my stretch
This my side of town ain't nobody outside
Me and gang them
We blacked down from ski mask to the ride
Where the oppies at
It's kinda boring if all they do is hide
They don't get no time to sleep and sh*t
I know they getting tired
Let me cool down
It's complicated
I'm some type of fye
They not seeing me
Only time they do is when they high
Boy I been a G
I ain't dapping you can't get no fye
Boy I'm cold as hell
I be sleep with my hand on the fire

(verse 2: xéno)
Used to be a
Sangria sipper
Till I moved on to the harder sh*t
Tequila in the liquor
7 cups thought I was hard as sh*t
Need a source of water
I been feeling like I'm landlocked
Been fighting since a jit
Had to get it out the sandbox
Mothaf*ck the law
I don't f*ck with pork
So u can keep them ham hocks
I'm hanc*ck
When I'm off the drank
Break a n*gga jaw
Punch a pus*y in his f*ckin face
pus*y wanna play
I ain't no pimp
But put that pus*y in it's f*ckin place
Puffin on that potent pressure
Posted in the parking lot
Who want the smoke
For 10 a g
I'll serve a n*gga quick
He get that second serve for free
He try to f*ck wit me
I ain't talkin gas
4-5 body shots
Gon fold his ass in half
I ain't talking guns either n*gga
When I say I'm finna blast
Drop my stance
And throw a right hook
At his ass
He stumble back
I just called my sister up
She told me all these n*ggas wierd
Feel like Johnathan Crane
I'm Scarecrow
How I wear these n*ggas fears
I remember pushin through that rain
It masked a n*ggas tears
Was a mad lad
Thought being bad
And stackin cash was rad
Till sh*t got real
12 was on the way
We duckin out the back
Man I loved them nights in winter park
But ain't ever going back
Remember pullin up with Blade
To buddy crib to cop a sack
Pulled up to the door
Gave a couple taps
He answers back
With loaded clips
All you hear is "click clack"
"man who the f*ck is that"
Walked the pack back in his pocket
We ain't had no backpacks
We ain't f*ck with that
But as time moved forward fast
I leaned that f*ck sh*t wouldn't last
Had to cut some n*ggas off
Cuz all they woulda did was laugh
If I was out up on my luck
And on my ass
Had to get it on my own
I had to chase a different back
Shawty never gave a f*ck
But I still love her anyway
She hold a n*gga down
Whenever I feel the urge to get away
I'm drowning in the loud
Lift me up like I'm a featherweight
I'm high above the crowd
Better off that way
Cuz I don't f*ck with public places
Think this blunt is racist
Cuz this za be ashing whites only
n*ggas hella wierd
Tryna pop up my life
Like I'm the b*tch that they could try
I don't even speak on death
But test my steez again
I swear these n*ggas die