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Amuse - Door Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (Bitch)
Bitch, I feel like a sharp-shooter (Grrah)
Sit yo' shit up like a booster, huh
It wake his ass up like a rooster, huh
Ruger got titties like Hooters, uh
Don't try no sneak shit, I might shoot ya, ayy
Clip in my hand like a blooper, uh
Big .40, it fuck up yo' future, ayy

[Verse]
This bitch big like Rasputia
Cock that ho back, tryna hit his medulla
Pop off yo' lid
Hollow the tip, it knock off yo' wig
Boy, you can tell we inside of yo' crib (Ayy, ayy)
He got a future, don't die behind this (Ayy)
Don't lie to me, nigga, lie to yo' bitch
We not the same, nigga, my shit too thick (Ayy)
Put my blood in this shit 'til my pockets like Crips
Ayy, strips, I need 'em blue
I need a hit, yeah, I need a blew (Blew)
I call the hitman and just say who (Who)
Bullets like Ip Man how they just flew
Pull it a kick man, it learned kung-fu, uh, yeah
Choppa like Chun-Li, uh, yeah
Dump it like Humpty, uh
These .223s leave 'em lumpy
It look like he off the lean how he slumping
Call this 12 gauge gasoline how it's pumping, ayy, grrah
Ayy, Vector go, "Grrah"
I put that bitch to yo' neck, it go, "Grrah" (Ayy)
Hold the AR like I hold the guitar (Ayy)
Jars in the bag and the dope in the jars (Extended mag)
Extended mag' make you open yo' jaw (Ayy)
Keep spinnin' back like we don't know the law (Ayy)
You ain't ever been there, nigga (Uh-uh)
I'm in there like swimwear, nigga (Ayy)
Ain't go to class 'cause I didn't care, nigga
Prolly pull up and drop a few tears there, nigga
Then I pop out, prolly slide to the north (North)
So I gotta ride with a rocket, of course
Pop a shot, watch you flash yo' Honda Accord
Papa Doc, that lil' nigga ain't talkin' no more
Ayy, died on his way to the morgue, uh (Okay)
They bagged him up way before
Ain't even try, it's too late for that boy
They know it's over, no savin' that boy
Ayy, he died on the way to the floor, huh
Lil' nigga got dropped like a four
It's 30 my Glock, this shit hot just like porridge
Nigga run up, this shit sing like a chorus
Got my Glock, but my brother gon' bring in that torch
Slide with the MAC, snap like a Taurus
Hollow his back, he runnin' like Forrest
Might find his body somewhere in the forest
My gun dirty, gon' mop 'em like chores
This bitch thirsty, gon' slob 'em like yours
I feel like Curry, I ride with the Warriors
Ayy, open yo' top like a door