Текст песни Kicc in Tha Door - Boy6lue

Man fuck the police
Trappin' son
Early bird get the worm my dude!
Nigga ain't leavin' 'til the pack done
Shit, lets get it

I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habit, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'
I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habit, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'

Yo i started on 3rd ave., transactions witnessed
Lil man on the block, i inherited the business (Thats me)
Gem star for the fish scale, nigga my flip real
Breakin' down a whole thing, thats a tip drill (Haha)
Block on fire but we still got the shop open (We open)
Then we back in after that happens (Uh huh)
Gotta get it crackin', these dollar bills never nappin'
Im dope boy fresh, a coke boy? Yes (Yup)
Vintage cazals, i see you admiring these dope boy specks (Cant afford these)
In this game man i jot the rules, 2 G's to cop a tool
Hand off to my Y.G's, get it popping like a molecule
No matter what its going to move, calibers to keep it cool
On my block tuck your chain if you want to keep your jewels
Early mornings, late nights to get a bigger knot
Sell food when its ramadan, niggas fast when i hit the block

I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habit, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'
I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habit, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'

Ay yo, one for the corner and two for the park
Three at the bus stop and watch for the narcs (Stay on point)
A new jack lookin' for the carter
Ask myself like, what the fuck would motivate me if i had to barter? (Real talk)
My missions living larger, thats that ambition
But my stacks is gettin' taller cause I'm in the damn kitchen (Why)
Get a few grams whip it, on the block man pivot
Copped a zip and noon (And what) 6pm was on the last biscuit
Nothin' more on the arm 'cause i hate when they owe me
So when you call, have your paper straight homie (For real)
I remember days lonely but thats how i made 40 (True)
Hate it when niggas owe money then pay slowly (Fuck niggas)
Everyday is a gamble cuzz, throw the dice cee-lo (Cee-lo!)
Ain't a day without stress, that's why i'm blowin' weed smoke
We got it if you need 'dro
But i need connect like Craig to throw bricks in my face like Debo

I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habits, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'
I trap 'til they kick in the door
Bad habits, but that plastic i got to have it
I trap 'til they kick in the door
I got a ratchet, servin' baskets, the rest naked when they baggin'