Secarrio - DoorDash Lyrics

Lyrics DoorDash - Secarrio




I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna hop out here (Hop out, hop out)
(Huh) I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna hop out here (Hop out, hop out)
(Huh) I told bro stop the whip, I'm finna h- Skrttt (Hop out, hop out)
Wait, huh, hold on nigga you just missed a turn
Huh, huh, I told bro stop the whip I'm finna hop out here
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Mama had raised a soldier, no nigga I fear
Thinking bout bro, I was tryna drop shells
I wasn't tryna drop no tear
Lil bro throw a drop pin in that ARP, then he dropping hell
I heard a fuck nigga speaking on Reek
Ima smoke his ass and r-r-rot in h- (Skrttt)
Nigga getting cooked like kettle
We in that geek shit, nigga just stomping the pedal
My niggas shoot at whatever, don't get in that crowd
You might get hit tryna help him
Nigga walk in the trap, he tammat bags, nigga know we got several
Lil bro tripped out, he did a hit with no mask
Nigga done crashed on camera
I'm on the Eastside with my Granny, and then hit the JJ's right there on Candler
Nigga had played with the gang, got roll tide
Did a nigga just like Bama'
Spiritual hoe had asked me for my sign, told the lil bitch Ima Cancer
Lil bro upping his pole
He turn the toughest nigga to a fucking dancer
Glock 19 came pack-a-punched
Yeah, this muhfucka' got some enhancements
These niggas strange as hell
Gotta watch out for these niggas, just like Chris Hansen
Huh, I got a brain full of dope nigga
She tryna judge me cuz' I was on Perc 10s
I was just on em' to cope nigga
I done poured up four lines
I'm finna pour up like four more nigga
I just popped me a RP10, I'm finna pop four more nigga (Huh, yeah)
Niggas ordering smoke
Drop lil bro off on a opp block, DoorDash
Fuck nigga play with the 5 and the 2, we see that nigga, gone get on his ass
We in some geek shit, twin in a highspeed
He hit a pothole, caught him a flat
Twin got a kid on the way, I told him to chill, I gotta keep him from crashing
Huh, hold on nigga you just missed a turn
Huh, huh, I told bro stop the whip I'm finna hop out here
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Mama had raised a soldier, no nigga I fear
Thinking bout bro, I was tryna drop shells
I wasn't tryna drop no tear
Lil bro throw a drop pin in that ARP, then he dropping hell
I heard a fuck nigga speaking on Reek
Ima smoke his ass and r-r-rot in h- (Rot)
Nigga getting cooked like kettle
We in that geek shit, nigga just stomping the pedal
My niggas shoot at whatever, don't get in that crowd
You might get hit tryna help him
Nigga walk in the trap, he tammat bags, nigga know we got several
(Know we got several)



Writer(s): Marcellius Posey



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