Cardoors

[Intro: Huey Briss]
And with Giraph on the beat
Yeah
What you come for? (What you come for?)
Said the back and the (Back and the front row)
Yeah, nigga (What you wan' know? Haha)
It's real

[Chorus: Huey Briss]
Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for?
Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro
Bad bitches in the back and the front row
If you didn't come to crack, what you come for?
Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though?
You concrete actin', but we know you carbo
All my niggas really ridin' and we want more
You don't wanna see us slidin' through them car doors

[Verse 1: Huey Briss]
Early morning, politicking with my day ones
I told my nigga that I got him if that day comes
I'm sick of niggas talkin' down, tryna fake front
All that gym time just so he can take slugs
It's a thin line, nigga, so we face blunts
Peeking through the blinds, never know when he gon' take one
Gotta get it, gotta flip it, gotta save up
Never say I changed up, villain with the lakefront
Briss don't miss, I don't mean to shit
But without this, half you niggas wouldn't exist
Sold out shows when I used to get dissed
Foes all froze when they see me get lit
Reminisce, but I never let it linger (Linger)
You'll get chipped with the movement of a finger
Niggas pissed that I made it out the Beach
Keep a weapon in my seat 'cause they plottin' in my sleep

[Chorus: Huey Briss]
Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for?
Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro
Bad bitches in the back and the front row
If you didn't come to crack, what you come for?
Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though?
You concrete actin', but we know you carbo
All my niggas really ridin' and we want more
You don't wanna see us slidin' through them car doors

[Verse 2: Seafood Sam]
He carry guns, but he still gettin' busted on
If my bro say we slidin', it's a must-go
Fuck tweetin', I be beatin' at his front door
Caught him ridin' through the night, where his sun go?
Gotta get it, on a mission for my unborn
And this five star bitch gettin' bust on
Seafood well known where the sus' wrong
And I'm forever gettin' high 'til the blunt's gone
With no effort, I flow better
Red Monkey jeans with the low sweater
On another level, gettin' more cheddar
No, we could never match, 'cause I smoke better, hmm
I'm constantly stackin'
Mama need a mansion, I'm constantly rappin'
Forty on the dash when the Honda be smashin'
Tryna stop the plan, I'm replying with action, nigga

[Chorus: Huey Briss]
Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for?
Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro
Bad bitches in the back and the front row
If you didn't come to crack, what you come for?
Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though?
You concrete actin', but we know you carbo
All my niggas really ridin' and we want more
You don't wanna see us slidin' through them car doors

[Outro: Huey Briss]
You don't wanna see us slidin' through them car doors
You don't wanna see us slidin' through them car doors