Wayne616 – DOOR DASH Lyrics
Artist: Wayne616
Song: DOOR DASH
[It’s a Wayne beat
Ghetto Boyz sh#t, n#gg#, you know what the f#ck goin’ on
Me and JR just dropped a three of Wock’ in a lemonade
Found a four of Tris, poured it in a box, Minute Maid
In a Redeye, hit the gas twice, made the engine shake
Hundred shots, I’ma keep shootin’ this b#tch ’til the pistol break
An eight in a small pop, got a liquor taste
n#gg# rolled a skinny-ass ‘Wood, got a Swisher taste
I could make a fake brick right now, scissors, tape
n#gg# left his plate around me and got his chicken ate
Yeah, you know I used to rob n#gg#s
Forty racks for a watch, this b#tch not tickin’
Had to tell bro chill, he wouldn’t stop flickin’
Even if you see me downtown, bеst believe I got blicky
With a bad young b#tch from thе D who look like Nicki
Said he got a pint for twenty-two hundred, it was kinda iffy
Countin’ two hundred all blues, I done got a stiffy
Oh, you wanna buy a whole thing? Be there in a jiffy
Have it on your front porch like I’m DoorDash
Shoppin’ at the set, all hundreds in my store bag
Fifty racks cash for a lawyer, went to court fast
Bro, ain’t nobody tryna rob you with your poor #ss
f#ck around and let thirty go, heard the floor crash
I already f#cked her twice, bro, you can get your wh#re back
p#ss# wasn’t that good anyway
I could bring a hundred racks out any day
Jump out on a n#gg# at the light with a mini K
Foot chase, me and bro hopped out the ‘Cat and went different ways
I done drunk at least an eight every day for sixty days
Add it up and guess what, n#gg#? I still got paid
This is not the same money, this some different pape’
I could sell the OJs for a hundred in a different state
Old-school glossy than a b#tch, this some different paint
Me and JR drunk a whole pint, my liver achin’
Now I’m finna take another Perc’
I am not an artist, but I can paint the n#gg# shirt
Put the cash on the floor, I could make a n#gg# work
Even though I got the money, I’ll take a n#gg# work
Give me that ’cause you a ho n#gg#
Put the play down like, “Bro, go to the store with me”
Before I knock his noodles out, pour a four with him
Hit him in his top, instant death, bro, he won’t feel it
Whole pack of Newport Shorts, who want smoke with me?
I can step in the Louis store right now and blow fifty
Had to five percent the windows in the whip ’cause your ho with me
Unc’ just rolled up a blue hundred and hit blow with me
I got that sh#t on me right now, I ain’t b#llsh#ttin’
Wish a n#gg# try to take it, I’ma full clip him
Finna build an old-school fast as hell with dual engines
Ain’t a n#gg# make me rich, Pro Tools did it
Yeah, n#gg#, I ain’t sign no f#ckin’ deal
Tore the whole living room up tryna find a f#ckin’ pill
You don’t supposed to speak on it when it’s up for real
Seen dog had a gun on his hip, I punched him still, yeah
Y’all n#gg#s straight hoes
I just made thirty profit off eight ‘bows
Unc’ can snort a whole brick, he got a great nose
What the f#ck is a pair of Cartiers? I’ll break those
b#tch bad, but it’s too good to be true, she got eight toes
My circle ain’t that big, I got eight bros
How the f#ck you rollin’ for a n#gg# and don’t make pros?
Finna slide on this n#gg# with all Bape on
Yeah, I got my hoodie zipped up to the top
Bro got my back, so he gon’ pick up what I drop
You don’t gotta suck the whole dick, lick it on the top
I just drained a pint of Wock’, now I’m lickin’ on the top
Damn, I need some more drank
I was finna hit the b#tch, but the ho stank
Finna hit a lick in a n#gg# crib like where the whole safe?
He had six bricks, hit it with the mix and gave bro eight
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Release Year: 2022