Rylan Oz - Door Lyrics

Step back
F*ck out my face with yo punk ass raps
All them essays but you can't write facts
All in my bag not a drip on the stack
Chick in my lap like a pistol she bad ey
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Syndicate with the clique
Inner view
Mental pic
Innovate
Intelligent
Exiting the building a mountain off of the ceiling bish
Any way you feel it the faces getting to real to quit
Entropy, heavily battling, battery in a fit
I need a salary sucking it outta me on a shift
Shit smoke a brick
Hit the bank
Cash it in
Take it out
Stack again
Cop a pack
Gotta flex
All my gas
Threw the whip
And the dash
Full of mist
Wipe the ash
Off ya lip
Ain't a lid
On the yach
Ain't a cap
On the pen
Yo my gas sparkin up, that's a nascar
Shit, I'm over your head like a mascot
But my track make em move Madagascar
Imma take em to school like it's that part
Oouu, I boo the whack art
Cuz y'all the past
I been thinking Lock Hart
Gotta scripture for them bitches tell 'em say less
Bet it's not hard, I been on my Payless
So the stock large take a step back
F*ck out my face with yo punk ass raps
All them essays but you can't write facts
All in my bag not a drip on the stack
Chick in my lap like a pistol she bad ey
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Why you wanna take my biz
You ain't even do it like this
Everybody saying I'll make it
Flip flop pan that bacon
Hater get mad I'm pissed
Y'all wanna talk like God
Im gonna walk with God
Say no more it depends
Anybody wanna hear me out
Making my way to the front door how you gon step in house
No floor in the cloud down pour on the couch
You sleep
Down down now till the sound Bo Peep
Ain't no sheep when they shed they fleece
You ain't even giving up the air you breathe
Barely gonna share that weed
Bam bam
Lock it pop it damn fam
Y'all ain't stop the jam man
Flint need water cans and
Doctor wanna stamp and
Racist offer land and
I ain't pop a band
So Imma need a Grand am
A.M. when we up
Grand and big as canyons
When I bust a nut
All over the free land but ain't no free lunch
Tryna f*ck the world man hit it every month
I am just a man man ain't no need to front
(Ain't no need to front)
F*ck out my face with yo punk ass raps
All them essays but you can't write facts
All in my bag not a drip on the stack
Chick in my lap like a pistol she bad ey
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there
Run in that door I run in there