Doorman Lyrics

Yeah you see me & I'm stunting with your bitch, yuh

Yeah you see me & I'm stunting with your bitch, yuh

Pour the wock, sip the lean, off the tris, yuh

I call her Trish, yuh, dial up my phone

Why you hating on me, why you hating on Valon?

She been very lonely, so I called her to my home

I been lone, smoking on my own

Bought a filthy eighth of the mushrooms

Eat 'em like they dust, cook 'em up

Fuck your bitch, I like her butt

Like she a slut

Bust her guts

I bust her guts, I make her bleed, how it gush

Make it bleed, how it gush

In my tummy, stock the activist

Quit the acting bitch, how the fuck you act a bitch

And she need a nug, bullets from my hollow tip

And she drink the blood, blood from my fucking wrist

Say blood in my drip, I got blood on my kicks

Fucking tucking up for nothing, way she stunting with my fit

And she stunting with her bitches, but they ain't shooting shit

When they going to the club, they ain't got no counterfeit

They ain't got no fake id, they can't get in

Know they got thrown out by the doorman

Yeah she walk into the club, get ignored man

When I walk into the club they all scream my name

They all say my name, they like Zay be safe

What the fuck you pay?

Who the fuck you know, like who the fuck you hang?

Who the fuck you know, like who you hang?

Lil bitch, who the fuck you know and who you hang?

I hang with the goats