Kick the Door Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
They tried to lock us out, we kicked the door down
I talk like I'm smart, end my sentence with a pronoun
She got me in this b*tch getting drunk, it's finna go down
n*gga, I'm important, you with me, have your pole out
I grow my own weed, tryna expand out
I'ma do it while I got the money, buying land now
I might pull up on you for a bowl, but got a gram, how?
She sprung off the di*k, I got her wanting to put her fam out
Probably could've, but I never got a handout
He was cool until he came around, this n*gga fanned out
n*gga, pull a band out
Shoot, they gon' scram out
If I say my weed long got a bow not a half ounce

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Okay
I'm recording on a real mic
I'm recording on a microphone
My n*gga still got all his guns, but his license gone
Hit the gas station, grab pop, ice, and styrofoams
But I'm mad bеcause the ice was gonе
You the type of n*gga probably put fake Cardis on
You can't run a football play on me, I can stop a zone
My n*gga called and said some bullsh*t, made me drop my phone
n*gga think it's his because he stay there, that is not your home
I was in the clubs when I was young, I was not grown
Hit a n*gga with a boom, it just blew up like a pop song
Smack a n*gga in his head with an electric guitar, this a rock song
Somebody asking who I'm with, I said nobody but to tell the truth
I'm with a freaky lil b*tch, she tryna suck my balls
You with a b*tch with no house, she ain't got no walls
Her pus*y loose as hell, I know your b*tch pus*y stink, she eat Sushi meals
b*tch ass and titties fake, but the Coochie real
Got some noodles from the gas station, it's a boosie meal
I called Johnny Dang, and told him I want something different, he said how you want it? I want a Double G Gucci grill
b*tch pus*y dripping water, she got coochie spills
b*tch, I got a whole chicken on me in the coupe for real
Bro could've went to the N.B.A., he can shoot for real
Boy, you gotta tie your shoes up before you do a drill
My young n*gga, he don't know sh*t, but he knew the deal
n*gga think he hard, 'cause he caught his first body, he new to kills
I just f*cked your main b*tch, that's your boo for real
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
He caught the whole play, must have knew the drill
f*cking with some n*ggas who you shouldn't got you Emmet Till
I wanted y'all to see me smiling, so I bought a grill
I just got a n*gga hit, I mean, I bought a kill
I don't beef, I'm in here getting money
This my first time balling off of rapping, I’m going dummy
So many diamonds in the pieces that we dropping, they ugly
I can't believe you rich, I wonder why the ride still bummy
I'm sick that she hopped out thick, shoes dusty
I buy so many pares of Burrberries, she was loving
My money clean today, it was bloody
sh*t can go bad out the blue, it was sunny