#CHURCHDOORS Lyrics

Oooooo

Oooooo

Oooooooooo

Yee

LSD up in my body they cant get ahold of me

Baggy and Baggy I'm walking around

Like a grocery

I seen you buss out the seams

Yeah

She do whatever to please me

But I knew that shordy a treesh

So she do whatever to leave me

Uhhhhuh

Walking around with my bags

Like where the fuck I'm finna sleep nigga

Tell me lil boi where the fuck ya swag

Im too unique

Yea

Nigga can't rap it like me

Cuz Woodboi spit grate dame on the beat

Yea

Tom Ford all on my Tee

Yeah

Neiman Marcus for the weekend

Yeah

I was up in the streets

I was up in the streets nigga

So you cant get a piece of this

Im crossing down all of my T's nigga

Got a snake on my sleeve niggas

Get a rat in the leaves nigga

Batta bat baw bing

Yea

What is that nigga singing

Girl he high as fuck

He cant pick up the phone

Been 5 years since I went home

These niggas wonder if Im lonely

Yea

But now they ride dick like a poney

You ain't a woodboi

I can't condone ya

Fuck ya mother I can't control it

Yeah

I'm geeking right up till the morning

I see these niggas dey they want a piece

Where was you at

No you wasn't believing

You wasn't 10 toes right with the demons

Heard you a bitch ass boi I believe it

You ain't a hard nigga

Fraud nigga

Aint no stomp in ya yard nigga

The money only thing I'm on nigga

I'm sleeping outside till the morning for it

Hoping inside of a foreign for it

Robbing a nigga for jordans for it

Stacking it

Stacking it up

Man

Woodboi stacking it

Stacking it up

Swear

You don't know nothing like this

Swear

I got drugs in my piss

Swear

Nigga aint taking shit

Swear

Why you keep watching my wrist

Run it back

Run it back

Spit with a lisp

Spitting it fast so you know it ain't written

Taking them pills

They ain't my prescription

Beating my body like they Sunny Liston

32 Bars I ain't in a prison

The rings on the car oh you see it glisten

Yea

Froggy ass boy gon ribbit

Yeah I tell that girl come over get it

Yeee

Walking around with my bags

Like where the fuck I'm gonna sleep nigga

Yeah

Tell me lil boi where the fuck ya swag

Im too unique

Yea

Nigga can't rap it like me

Cuz Woodboi spit grate dame on the beat

Yea

Tom Ford all on my Tee

Yeah

Neiman Marcus for the weekend

Yeah

I was up in the streets

I was up in the streets nigga

So you cant get a piece of this

Im crossing down all of my T's nigga

Got a snake on my sleeve nigga

Get a rat in the leaves nigga

Batta bat baw bing

Yea

What is that nigga singing

And I'm high as fuck

I cant pick up the phone

Been 5 years since I went home

And niggas wonder am I lonely

Yea

But now they ride dick like a poney

You ain't a Woodboi

I can't condone ya

Fuck ya mother I cant control it

Yeah

I'm geeking right up till the morning

I see these niggas dey they want a piece

Where was you at

No you wasn't believing

You wasn't 10 toes right with the demons

Heard you a bitch ass boi I believe it

You ain't a hard nigga

Fraud nigga

Aint no stomp in ya yard nigga

The money only thing I'm on nigga

I'm sleeping outside till the morning for it