歌手:Vince Staples
专辑:《Hell Can Wait》

作词 : Staples, Vince
作曲 : Staples, Vince
What's the word what's the word
What's the word

You are now about to witness
The strength of *********
Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Bobby Johnson ain't my OG

This ain't no movie bro
Pop's was off that O E
Trippin' gettin' his Tookie on
Thunderbird with Gold D's
A felon and parolee
McDonald's for the Double Cheese
Pockets fit a couple C-Notes
Up on the screen
Dolce in the pack it up and leave
But we don't read those

Cause the money comin' faster than your ***** *****

All my life I wanted to be a rich *****

But homie let me proceed

Pop's was moving slow poke
That's way before the codeine

Just *********
And powdered H to junkies with the sour faces
Knocking on the screen door
Asking for their homie Nate

Ten to twenty each 4p m
He leave so don't be late
Mom up off of work asking me
If anybody came
To kick it with my dad
Or was he chilling in the alleyway

He was in the alleyway
That's what he always had me say
Slangin' for them bills he had to pay
Somebody at the door
Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Pots on top of the furnace
Glocks on top of the kitchen
Table-tables is turning now my father is trippin'
He shootin' sniffin' and sippin'
Pigs recruitin' them snitches
Cause testimonies from homies

Can lead to longer convictions

Police knockin' at my door
Pretendin' nobody hear him
Police knockin' down my door
With judicial system permission
Contraband in where we livin'
Hope I don't get thrown away
In the prison dogs are sniffin' backyard full of canes

Catch a case and not get out
*****s fighting every day
Choppers circle cause a ***** chop hard on the blade
Got broads on the base
Slangin' rude we bangin' too
Where you from
If they got that back
We clapping coming through
Going dumb
40's selling water profit from the slums
Since we was young money been the motive
***** get you some guns and dough
Bruh I love them guns and dough
Find me slangin' for the low
Come around you getting domed
Somebody at the door
Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for

Who's that peekin' in my screen door

I got what you need what you fiend for