My Doors

[Chorus] I think my car need help (Why?) My doors tryna kill themselves (Bitch) No streams he re-viewing his songs like he on Yelp And he always speaking on me but never caring for himself He might need an ambulance, he run up get put on the shelf My shooter gon knock off your cap, watch your step He got left by the steps feds checking his temp Smoke that boy like hemp got me coughing like strep [Verse 1] I went from 11 to 13 already know its fuck 12 Cohibas and Quagen ain't good for my health Jxrdyy and 6ando died I held it down myself I gotta play with the cards I was dealt I pop a perc on a whole nother realm I give em belt coroner ring the bells AP came water plays came in through Wells Smoke gas from the Shell it got me compelled Back to back Bach's when I exit hotels I got murder in my cells Gon end up in a cell with all this wealth Let the chop hit the cops the ARP yell Froze up my neck this shit could never melt She gon give me neck the bitch Haliey Welch If we solid we stuck just like hair gel I move packs got me feeling like Cartel Just like the Cartel I'm moving in stealth Buying bags him & herself, they straight from Chanel Money came green old hunnids like kelp My dawg brought the chop to school and got expelled Tuci through TSA vacuum sealed nobody smelled [Chorus] I think my car need help (Why?) My doors tryna kill themselves (Bitch) No streams he re-viewing his songs like he on Yelp And he always speaking on me but never caring for himself He might need an ambulance, he run up get put on the shelf My shooter gon knock off your cap, watch your step He got left by the steps feds checking his temp Smoke that boy like hemp got me coughing like strep [Verse 2] I'm number 1 but I ain't the one, you know what I mean Fendi then Louis then Prada, when I step on the scene Mike Amiri and Gallery, just for my jeans That boy can't slide with no percs, he a fiend Like Jordan and Jacques, he a fein for that lean He wearing fake Supreme, the logo is steamed 96 hats in the field, I'm really in the lead All these awards they can't read, I always achieve Sent the work through the mail, the package got seized I haven't breathed smoking weed, it got me relieved He wanna be a pet peeve, we gon make him bleed [Chorus] I think my car need help (Why?) My doors tryna kill themselves (Bitch) No streams he re-viewing his songs like he on Yelp And he always speaking on me but never caring for himself He might need an ambulance, he run up get put on the shelf My shooter gon knock off your cap, watch your step He got left by the steps feds checking his temp Smoke that boy like hemp got me coughing like strep