At The Door

[Chorus]
Huh, don't give a fuck about shit anymore
Need all my bread with a lil' extra dough
Nigga got lined tryna wife that ho
It's Mr. TenFigs, but you already know
'Bout to go to war, bitch, hold my coat
Out in Charlotte, 'bout to throw up a show
You can pick one life right at the door, bitch
(tec, this ho crazy)
Huh, yeah, huh
They tryna figure me out but they can't
Red on the whip, but I ain't ever killed
I hit up Izzy to give me a gram
Huh, X Games mode with the ramp
Uh, I turn the bitch on like a lamp
Huh, I'm fuckin' this slut 'till she damp
Uh, I had it before [?] the stamp

[Verse 1]
Uh, you had it, you fumbled it, man
Uh, niggas never had a plan
Bitch, I love you, why you thinkin' I'm playin'?
I thank God you never been that man
Shit get hard when you don't got no fans
I'm too high in this bitch, I won't land
She scared to go pop that lil' pill
Baby, you can not withdrawal off a Plan

[Chorus]
Huh, don't give a fuck about shit anymore
Need all my bread with a lil' extra dough
Nigga got lined tryna wife that ho
It's Mr. TenFigs, but you already know
'Bout to go to war, bitch, hold my coat
Out in Charlotte, 'bout to throw up a show
You can pick one life right at the door, bitch
Huh, yeah, huh
They tryna figure me out but they can't
Red on the whip, but I ain't ever killed
I hit up Izzy to give me a gram
Huh, X Games mode with the ramp
Uh, I turn the bitch on like a lamp
Huh, I'm fuckin' this slut 'till she damp
Uh, I had it before [?] the stamp

[Verse 2]
Huh, bitch, huh, yeah, huh
I'm tryna get nigga rich
Huh, I'm tryna get my niggas rich
I'm the one, not the fourth or the fifth
Or the two, or the three, I don't miss, huh
She suckin' my shit like a tick, I might need me some razors to get her off my dick
You know that I'ma liar, lil' hoe, so why you believe me when I go and promise shit?
I know that niggas wan' shoot me, I heard 'bout the hate but I swear it's not prominent
Took tequila tonight, lucky I'm drunk as hell, I can't even fuck this bitch
Huh, niggas so fruity, you talk 'bout beats, I assume you like to taste the dick
Everybody got pussy, they get hit

[Chorus]
Huh, don't give a fuck about shit anymore
Need all my bread with a lil' extra dough
Nigga got lined tryna wife that ho
It's Mr. TenFigs, but you already know
'Bout to go to war, bitch, hold my coat
Out in Charlotte, 'bout to throw up a show
You can pick one life right at the door, bitch
Huh, yeah, huh
They tryna figure me out but they can't
Red on the whip, but I ain't ever killed
I hit up Izzy to give me a gram
Huh, X Games mode with the ramp
Uh, I turn the bitch on like a lamp
Huh, I'm fuckin' this slut 'till she damp
Uh, I had it before [?] the stamp