Front Door lyrics

[Intro]
Danny Draco on the beat
On the beat, aye
Woah, woah, woah
K up, K up, K up
I gotta K up
K down, I got a K round

[Chorus]
I'm comin’ through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit’ a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit’ Drake but ain’t no hoopers in Toronto

[Verse 1]
Go dumb mode, this trey 8, it got a long nose
He can't take a step off in my shoes, like he ain’t got ankles
I'm tired of all the n*ggas on the net tryna get fame though
Fool left residue, he f*cked around and left a stain on him
That textin' ain't gon’ do, so he ain't gon' view, when we gon' paint some'
I got me a clear view, so this my queue to go take somethin'
I know just how you livin', why you actin' like you on somethin'
Matter fact don't want to shoot a tat, that's on my lil cousin
I got shooters everywhere, for now I only got a dozen
You can't cop on nun, that's on me, I like to sh*t in public
Let me change the subject for a verse, b*tch come shop wit'
Nugget
All these folks, they love me
Trick or treat, b*tch you owe me somethin'
[Chorus]
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto

[Verse 2]
Like once again, you play to win, don't ever speak on nun
Take consequence, you suffer like a man for tryna flush 'em
I can't tell 'em right from wrong, 'cause I be wrong [?]
But somehow I wrote a song, so sing along, this b*tch don't question
I'm like, "Where did I go wrong?", I copped a stone and went to clutchin'
Why this b*tch keep callin' my phone?, leave me 'lone, you on a budget
I'm like f*ck it, he done upped it, get to bussin', no discussion
Why they fussin'?, ain't no tussin, put yo' trust in, ain't no trustin'
'Bout to cop another tool for all this smoke in the air
Pollution we go stupid, I swear we ain't playin' fair
Circ*mcise his Cheerio, no room for a square, aye
Ooh, kill 'em Terio, if it's war that's to declare

[Chorus]
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
b*tch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I f*ck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto