CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Doormat
Big bankroll got me feelin' like whatever
Woah
Woah
(Keegan got the keys)
Who is lil' buddy acting gangster like he on that? (Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Damn)
Sendin' hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feelin' like whatever (Like whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Boom, boom)
Now everybody claiming thеy got demons like the dеvil (Demons)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah
If you ain't got no bonds, better run, it cost to play with drums
I got n***as killed for me for free, they say they having fun (They having fun)
FNs with the blue tip, they rippin' out a n***a arm
Shootin' just like Curry, having stories like my n***a Von (Von)
We cashing out on all the stolos
Ain't worried 'bout the po-po (Never)
We still slinging work, that dope be bouncing back like yo-yo
And still moving P's and getting trees for the low, low
And we ain't never talking to them people, that's a no-no
Your favorite rapper just be talking just to talk about it (Just to talk about it)
Stop acting gangster, b*t*h, we know you ain't never caught a body (Ain't never caught a body)
One thing, my youngin drop that bag, then somebody dropping
You know it's hard to stop it
Off with his top, we poppin'
Who is lil' buddy talkin' gangster like he on that? (Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Boom, boom, boom)
Sending hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Feel like it's whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Brr, brr)
Now everybody claiming they got demons like the devil (How everybody step, huh?)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah (Blrrd, blrrd)
You know everybody run they mouth 'til I hop out and catch 'em (Blrrd)
Before I drop a diss, I'ma send 'em out on a stretcher (Yeah)
If a n***a saying it's up, I pop the rock, shout out Finesser
If I don't know you, I'ma cut your drank, then go pour up the extra (Wock', Wock')
That lil' fifty thousand dollars on my head, you could do better
Ayy, tell me 'bout them times you dropped something, I know 'bout several
I know something 'bout 1911, hop out with Berettas (Blrrd)
Or might pop out with that MAC and cheese, that b*t*h got a suppressor
Surrounded by these gravediggers, Big Shiesty the Devil
Got hit up, couldn't even get his guns off, how he a stepper? (Uh)
Ayy, body for a body, we can do it, it's whatever (Yeah)
I can never leave the Drac', this b*t*h gon' ride with me forever (Blrrd, blrrd)
Who is lil' buddy talkin' gangster like he on that? (Uh, Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Doot, doot, doot)
Sending hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Feel like it's whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Blrrd, blrrd)
Now everybody claiming they got demons like the devil (How everybody step, huh?)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah (Blrrd, blrrd)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrd)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrd, blrrd)
Woah
Woah
(Keegan got the keys)
Who is lil' buddy acting gangster like he on that? (Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Damn)
Sendin' hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feelin' like whatever (Like whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Boom, boom)
Now everybody claiming thеy got demons like the dеvil (Demons)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah
If you ain't got no bonds, better run, it cost to play with drums
I got n***as killed for me for free, they say they having fun (They having fun)
FNs with the blue tip, they rippin' out a n***a arm
Shootin' just like Curry, having stories like my n***a Von (Von)
We cashing out on all the stolos
Ain't worried 'bout the po-po (Never)
We still slinging work, that dope be bouncing back like yo-yo
And still moving P's and getting trees for the low, low
And we ain't never talking to them people, that's a no-no
Your favorite rapper just be talking just to talk about it (Just to talk about it)
Stop acting gangster, b*t*h, we know you ain't never caught a body (Ain't never caught a body)
One thing, my youngin drop that bag, then somebody dropping
You know it's hard to stop it
Off with his top, we poppin'
Who is lil' buddy talkin' gangster like he on that? (Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Boom, boom, boom)
Sending hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Feel like it's whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Brr, brr)
Now everybody claiming they got demons like the devil (How everybody step, huh?)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah (Blrrd, blrrd)
You know everybody run they mouth 'til I hop out and catch 'em (Blrrd)
Before I drop a diss, I'ma send 'em out on a stretcher (Yeah)
If a n***a saying it's up, I pop the rock, shout out Finesser
If I don't know you, I'ma cut your drank, then go pour up the extra (Wock', Wock')
That lil' fifty thousand dollars on my head, you could do better
Ayy, tell me 'bout them times you dropped something, I know 'bout several
I know something 'bout 1911, hop out with Berettas (Blrrd)
Or might pop out with that MAC and cheese, that b*t*h got a suppressor
Surrounded by these gravediggers, Big Shiesty the Devil
Got hit up, couldn't even get his guns off, how he a stepper? (Uh)
Ayy, body for a body, we can do it, it's whatever (Yeah)
I can never leave the Drac', this b*t*h gon' ride with me forever (Blrrd, blrrd)
Who is lil' buddy talkin' gangster like he on that? (Uh, Like he on that)
I don't even know dude but get him stepped on like a doormat (Woah, woah, woah)
f**k a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Doot, doot, doot)
Sending hella shots where your throat at, you know that (Damn)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Feel like it's whatever)
Get him licked next year, we gon' stamp him like a letter (Blrrd, blrrd)
Now everybody claiming they got demons like the devil (How everybody step, huh?)
Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah (Blrrd, blrrd)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrd)
Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrd, blrrd)
