Letras
Lock the door, lock the door
They're coming, they're coming
Help, help, they're coming, they're coming
Listen to me, listen, help me
Please, please, your lives are in danger
Please, listen to me, something terrible
Please, you're next, here they are
They're already here, help
You're next, they're coming, they're coming (must've done something)
I'm in the hood, bitch, don't get popped
Lil' Ape, he got a box on the Glock
Fake-ass nigga, I know you gon' flop
Play with this shit, we gon' peel back your top
Fuck on a bad bitch, I'm grippin' it, crop
I'm 'bout that static like Static Shock
Pulled out that fire, why you lookin' shocked?
.45 make 'em Milly Rock
I'm with them demons, they bum out in Porter
One by one, took 'em out in that order
Mad as fuck, this bitch fucked up my order
Show the stick, I don't even got a shoulder
The way that bitch eat up a dick like some Ruffles
I got that fire, make your ass cupid shuffle
Your bitch suck my dick and she blowin' up bubbles
Aim with that fire and that bitch came with muffler (whoa, whoa)
Know we dippin' niggas (dip)
Bounce out with dirty pistols (bam)
Big bitch here shootin' missiles (missiles)
Fuck the bitch, I never kissed her (hell nah)
Lil' shawty, yeah, she got that gripper (that grip)
I'ma bust down my time, Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
Big Ape, they know I'm that nigga (that nigga)
Chopstick get solvin' the issue
You play with this shit, lil' nigga get rolled
They steppin' on shit like fee, fi, fo
Your ass out of line, we come to your door
Don't play with me, down the road, get you poked
All he want is a bought a new pole show
Lil' nigga can't swim, boy, your ass need a float
Bust down on his ass, thought this shit was joke
On the Klan shit, masked up, nigga, no rope
I'm in the hood, bitch, don't get popped
Lil' Ape, he got a box on the Glock
Fake-ass nigga, I know you gon' flop
Play with this shit, we gon' peel back your top
Fuck on a bad bitch, I'm grippin' it, crop
I'm 'bout that static like Static Shock
Pulled out that fire, why you lookin' shocked?
.45 make 'em Milly Rock
Army Helo One, this is Atlanta Ground
We have you on screen with clearance to land
Runway two-dash-seven, taxi via alpha
Tower, taxi via East West parallel
Ground crews standing by at army guard ramp
Roger that, Atlanta, this is High Bird One
We're on final, we're coming in