Kick That Door Pt 2 lyrics

[Intro: BeezyB]
(2wo2imes)
Yuh, I'll slap the sh*t out of one y'all pus*y ass n*ggas, man
Pull up on Front Street, n*gga
On Gangway, n*gga
Posted up with Rio right now, n*gga
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas
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[Verse: BeezyB]
n*gga, don't try me, this sh*t can get hectic
Have your whole family tied up in a second
Talking that tough sh*t, taught his ass a lesson
Double-down sticks, I don't do no wrestling
Have a bunch of shooters pullin' up in Astons
It's n*ggas out, n*ggas know what's brackin'
Quick draw, I don't do the slow reactin'
Gettin' n*ggas knocked, really is a passion
Keep that fire, n*ggas know I'm packin'
The opps need a Oscar way that they actin'
You say you gettin' money but that sh*t is past tense
Stick wettin' sh*t up, gave his a wrench
I was down bad, talking to them vents
12 come, n*gga, then I hop that fence
If the opps pull up, then they gettin' drenched
I'm shootin' sh*t up, I don't show no sympathy
I'm readin' the opps mind like I know telepathy
Disrespect gang then you gon' need surgery
Every n*gga 'round me known to have a felony
We do pop ups, like we sellin' clothes
Automatic sticks when we do them shows
When I'm down in Florida, I'm f*ckin' with them Zo's
My Louis Brille case holdin' down the Rolls
[Verse 2: Slimesito]
On gang, all these drugs sellin', I'm livin' like it's blow
You was on top 'til you got exposed
I shoot the scene up then I'm finna reload
VS1 diamonds on me and they shinin'
24 karat and my sh*t rose gold
I got some real shooters and they on parole
You know I'm Rich Slime, ain't no goin' broke
Stock on the stick, but that sh*t gon' fold
I slimed his ass out, right in front of his bro
Can't tell her sh*t, 'cause that hoe might snitch
I'm countin' them hunnits, 'cause I'm 'bout that wrist
All the blue benjis on me, and they Crips
I got a bad b*tch and she loadin' my clips
Zombie, and them red tips in my clip
I'm shootin' off the rip, n*ggas get hit
Got a bad b*tch and that hoe rockin' Ricks
304. Glock and she know I'm havin' trips
In apartment, serving with a Sig'
On the block trappin', Now I'm feelin' like B.I.G
n*ggas want smoke, 'cause I sold him mid'
You know I'm real Jefe, I can't work no gig
In the trap and I got pints in the fridge
'nother strap, and I got Glocks in the Six