[Hook]
Doors open up suicide
Po Pimp, b*tch, Do or Die
f*ck around, cause a homicide
Dead stocks[?], Jordan Fives
[Verse]
Puffin' loud, but I sip slow
Ridin' high, but I sits low
f*ck b*tches, I gets dough
n*ggas notice my M.O
When I ain't have sh*t, I ain't give a sh*t
Now everybody got opinions
I been a trill n*gga, f*ck wit real b*tches
And, the sh*t, I be spittin' off in it
If its clean as a b*tch, I'm in it
Sittin sideways, strapped up when I be dippin'
Can't put it past nun deez pus*y ass n*ggas
You know they always plottin', tryin'ta catch a n*gga slippin'
f*ck what a n*gga talkin' bout. "I gotta get it!"
The work half gone but, the money keep spendin'
Seen the type of sh*t that'll give yo ass nightmares
For the right price, give it to a n*gga right now
Stupid ass questions; "Do I got the sh*t on me?"
If you got the money on you, you can get the sh*t right now!
Kinda paranoid, grabbed the forty, getchya homie
n*gga movin' too much; bout to smoke his ass right now
Goin' in right now! f*ck way later, I'm a pimp
Hop out in now-and-later gators
O.G. flavors, n*gga motherf*ck a hater
n*gga, all I see is paper!
n*gga, all I see is paper!
All I see is paper!
All I see is paper!
Ray Charles, front the paper over your ass over the table
Dope ass n*gga, blowin' on killa
Don't get murdered by a D.O.A
[Hook x 4]
Doors open up suicide
Po Pimp, b*tch, Do or Die
b*tch, f*ck around
[Hook x 4]
Doors open up suicide
Po Pimp, b*tch, Do or Die
b*tch, f*ck around