Doormat

[Intro: Project Youngin]

Big bankroll got me feelin' like whatever

Woah

Woah

(Key Gang got the keys jumping)

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

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)

Fuck a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Damn)

Sendin' hella shots where your fro 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 evеrybody claiming they got demons like thе devil (Demons)

Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]

If you ain't got no funds, better run, cost to play with drums

I got niggas killed for me for free, they say they having fun (They having fun)

FNs with the blue tip, they rippin' out a nigga arm

Shootin' just like Curry, having stories like my nigga 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, bitch, 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'

[Chorus: Project Youngin & Pooh Sheisty]

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)

Fuck a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Boom, boom, boom)

Sending hella shots where your fro 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 (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

[Verse 2: Pooh Sheisty]

You know everybody run they mouth 'til I hop out and catch 'em (Blrrrd)

Before I drop a diss, I'ma send 'em out on a stretcher (Yeah)

If a nigga 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 (Blrrrd)

Or might pop out with that MAC and cheese, that bitch 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 bitch gon' ride with me forever (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

[Chorus: Project Youngin & Pooh Sheisty]

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)

Fuck a tee, put him on a jersey, he a throwback (Doot, doot, doot)

Sending hella shots where your fro 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 (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

Now everybody claiming they got demons like the devil (How everybody step, huh?)

Now everybody claiming they some steppers, woah (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

[Outro: Project Youngin & Pooh Sheisty]

Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrrd)

Big bankroll got me feeling like whatever (Blrrrd, blrrrd)