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