Swing My Door (80 Gz)

[Verse]

I'm a gold mouth dawg, definition of the South

Ain't no quarters, ain't no halves, just some wholes in this house (DJ motherfuckin' Rell)

Ain't no bitch, it ain't no bed, it ain't no clothes in this house

It's a drought, and my price will make your eyes pop out

I can't never count my stash 'cause I always loose count

I can't never keep no bitch 'cause I put them hoes out

I was corner store and in the motel in it, sellin' it

You can check my rap sheet, its numerous felonies

I took twenty-three stacks and bought some jet skis

Have pity for the cop who gotta arrest me (Trap-A-Holics)

A front street, jump street, then jump out, it's a track meet

Use to have a ten-speed, now I got a Bentley

[Chorus]

Swing my door, swing my door

Every time they swing my door

I count 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door