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 [?] got a gram house
She sprung off the di*k, I got her wanting to put her [?]
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 [?] got a [?] not a half [?]

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I'm recording on a real mic
I'm recording on a microphone
My n*gga still got all his guns, but his licance gone
Hit the gas station, grab Popeyes and styrophomеs
But I'm mad, 'cause 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 telling 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 nudles from the gas station, it's a [?] 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 tigh up your shoes, 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 [?]
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 [?]
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, going dummy
So many diamonds in the pieces that we dropping, it ugly
I can't believe you rich, [?] still bummy
I'm [?] thick, shoes dusty
I buy so many pares of Burrberries, [?]
My money clean today, it was bloody
She can go black to blue [?]