FRONT DOOR lyrics

[Intro]
The biggest opp, n*gga
I'm my opps' richest opp (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
I'm the only rich opp they got
Shut the f*ck up, n*gga (Oh, really?)
Big Doe Beezy speakin', n*gga (Them n*ggas poor as f*ck)
Stop talkin' (b*tch-ass boy, stop playin')

[Verse 1]
Go ask Wafi, b*tch, my neck full of princess cuts, ho (Wafi)
Mixed with Eliantte, damn, my necklace f*ck 'round, cut my throat (Eliantte, uh)
Kick her to the curb if she weak, I might just stomp a ho (Bye)
Pistol like a school shirt, f*ck you think I tuck it for? (Brrr, blah)
I'ma up it, blow it, see an opp, get to workin' him (Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
f*ck a 9-to-5, my shooter job wake up, lurkin' on him (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
He is not no demon, think we need to find a church for him (pus*y)
All my opps some b*tches, think I need to buy some purses for 'em (Hahaha, no, really)
I should buy your pus*y ass Chanel like my hoes (Hah)
b*tch, my namе Cotrell, don't get me confusеd with your lil' bro (Fool)
Please get your lil' bro 'fore his lil' pus*y ass get smoked, uh (Uh-huh)
I ain't even sayin' no word, n*gga, my wrist say it, come on, f*ck? (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Come here, baby
Perc' 30 to the facey, I'm feelin' lazy (Big Doe Beezy, n*gga)
Rock his ass sleep like Jay-Z, lil' baby (Rock him, aw)
Wanna stop me, but they can't make me, I know they hate me (Hah, hah)
I ain't boxin' sh*t, I'll shoot your face, you can't fade me (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Scope on top of that blick, I saw that pus*y face in HD (Grrah)
Saw the ice and then she let me f*ck, but can you blame me? (Uh-uh)
Twin glizzy, feel like Ashley and Mary-Kate be (Oh, really? Uh)
[Chorus]
They done f*cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (Let's go)
Spotted me a rapper, yeah, that pus*y n*gga done for (Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
f*ck the back, n*gga, Beezy comin' through the front door
Heard he said it's smoke, but he don't want none, though (Oh, really? Think I'm playin'?)
Rubber band boy, b*tch, I pull up, let the drum roll (Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)
b*tch, I'm rich as f*ck, f*ck I look like stuntin' a ho? (Fool, fool, fool)
You think she your wifey, but she really just a sl*t, though (Come here, baby)
All these princess diamonds on my neck, b*tch, I'm cutthroat (Oh, really? Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Shooter clean a full house up like how the maids be (Uh-huh)
Better tell me yes, I wanna f*ck, I don't like maybes (Come here, baby)
Ridin' 'round with your baby, picked her up in a Mercedes (Yoom)
Pulled my diamonds out, that ho thought I turned on the AC (Oh, really? Uh)
Better not try the gang, we is not no hoes, cuz (No)
n*gga asked him what he bang, they said they don't know lil' blood (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
n*gga said he gettin' money, his ho said it slowed up (Fool, fool)
Yeah, this beat by Juicy J, but this gun sing like Bone Thugs, uh (Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, bah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Come here, baby
Perc' 30 to the facey, I'm feelin' lazy
Rock his ass sleep like Jay-Z, lil' baby (Rock him, aw)
Wanna stop me, but they can't make me, I know they hate me (Hah, huh?)
[Chorus]
They done f*cked up, let me in the club with my snubnose (With my snubnose)
Spotted me a rapper, yeah, that pus*y n*gga done for (Yeah, he done)
f*ck the back, n*gga, Beezy comin' through the front door (Big Doe Beezy, n*gga)
Heard he said it's smoke, but he don't want none, though (Fool, think I'm playin'?)
Rubber band boy, b*tch, I pull up, let the drum roll
b*tch, I'm rich as f*ck, f*ck I look like stuntin' a ho? (Stupid-ass lil' boy)
You think she your wifey, but she really just a sl*t, though (Come here, baby)
All these princess diamonds on my neck, b*tch, I'm cutthroat

[Outro]
I ain't boxin' sh*t, I'll shoot your face, you can't fade me (Big Doe Beezy)
Scope on top of that blick, I saw that pus*y face in HD (Brrah)
Saw the ice and then she let me f*ck, but can you blame me? (Damn, huh?)
Twin glizzy, feel like Ashley and Mary-Kate be (Oh, really? Huh?)
n*gga, f*ck? n*gga
Big Doe Beezy, n*gga
Huh? n*gga, n*gga (Huh?)
Look, n*gga, Juicy J on some bullsh*t, man (Oh, really?)
Look, you got me feelin' like an opp in this motherf*cker (n*gga)