paroles de chanson Open Doors - Officialheir feat. Mr. Chief Eli

I got guns, I got hoes
I got plugs that's sellin' bowls
I know bloods; I know folks
I'm connected with the Zo's
Now my bro growing lows
And we bouta sell em whole
All the stores might be closed
But the trap is open doors!

I got shones for my woe's
We share thots, not our poles
Got patrols on payroll
So you know who's in control
Real big in real life
Na this ain't no little troll
Don't you ever play with it
This the Heir 2 Tha Throne
Aye

I'm up all night
This Team No Sleep i'm up
Gotta make sure
My team gone eat
Heard you vegan, don't want no beef
Better act right, I don't see no tweets
Only follow the money
Yeah I've been known my path
If you ain't got none for me
You ain't seeing me on your track
No free features: I'm off that
Keep that heater for combat
Justin Bieber Serve all crack
Corona Virus; no contact
I hit it once, don't call back
I'm a big stepper u a floor mat
You hear this. wish you wrote that
You friendlier than broke back
Don't associate with no broke mans
You better step up your bands
I Been killin' it since no hands
You a real 1 if you knows that
Everything I say is no cap
You fools sweeter than Snowcaps
That chopper sing I love slow jams
Chico Good Boi don't do no bad

I got guns, I got hoes
I got plugs that's sellin' bowls
I know bloods; I know folks
I'm connected with the Zo's
Now my bro growing lows
And we bouta sell em whole
All the stores might be closed
But the trap is open doors!

I got shones for my woe's
We share thots, not our poles
Got patrols on payroll
So you know who's in control
Real big in real life
Na this ain't no little troll
Don't you ever play with it
This the Heir 2 Tha Throne
Aye

They flipping bitches like they Quentin Tarantino
I chop em and I sing like Its Bobby Valentino
I'm stacking up them c notes
Cuz I'm moving like I'm Nino
If you fucking with my primo
Now we hot like jalepenos
Carabino's that be let lit
Like them slot machine casino's
Don't be fucking with them niggas
That be acting like Tampico
I hate when people try to play me like a fiddle
It's like they see me as the monkey in the middle
I disappear like I'm David Copperfield
And I almost went ape and just tried to cop a feel
And I
It's okay I understand I know I'm lit
After all my damn shows I'm always signing bitches tits

I got guns, I got hoes
I got plugs that's sellin' bowls
I know bloods; I know folks
I'm connected with the Zo's
Now my bro growing lows
And we bouta sell em whole
All the stores might be closed
But the trap is open doors!

I got shones for my woe's
We share thots, not our poles
Got patrols on payroll
So you know who's in control
Real big in real life
Na this ain't no little troll
Don't you ever play with it
This the Heir 2 Tha Throne
Aye