[Intro: 10kDunkin]
Yeah, young ni**a, you know I got it (JBand$)
They keep asking me like what RP's & Plan B's you mean?
I'm just like, sh*t, it's just some' you gotta know, you know what I'm saying?
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)
Yeah, [?] it ain't really [?] it's all I could, you know what I'm saying?
Ain't no door handles on the
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hoodrich)
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me, I heard them snoring
They used to sleep, I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire', I ain't going
Some ni**as switched, they fu*ked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets, all your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a ni**a and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These ni**as 12 for real, Mr. Winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause these ni**as been hoes
[Verse: Tony Shhnow & 10KDunkin]
I knew you wouldn't stick if the funds get low
I ride with that nine 'cause ni**as ain't ten toes
Still with the same ni**as, tryna stand on our own
Check on me [?] stripper wanna do something
Glock, it hold a fifty if you ni**as wanna prove something
Glock, it hold a fifty, if you play, then you gon' lose something
I can't fall out about no feelings that don't bring money
I stayed down, kept it one hundred
I smell that work, I get on it
You got your hands out but to me that don't mean nothing
Can't make time for the things that you wanted
Get up off your ass, see it, get on it
Yeah, I'm in that foreign, she wanna get in
Nobody gotta know, they can't see through this tint
I don't like taking L's so I learned how to win
Put a ni**a in the air, now he gone with the wind
He said he did this and that, I be like when?
I don't need new friends, you ain't put nothing in
You ain't put nothing in, you get nothing
I'm not trusting, I don't know that ni**a, I don't trust him
This sh*t nothing, all these racks ain't nothing
Keep them bands and some sticks, this sh*t percussion
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me, I heard them snoring
They used to sleep, I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire', I ain't going
Some ni**as switched, they fu*ked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets, all your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a ni**a and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These ni**as 12 for real, Mr. Winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause these ni**as been hoes
[Outro]
(Hoodrich b*tch)
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)