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