Don't you open up that window,
Don't you let out that antidote,
Poppin pills is all we know,
In the hills is all we know.
Don't go through the front door.
It's low key at the night show,
So don't you open up that window,
Don't you let out that antidote
[Verse 1]
Party on a Sunday.
Do it all again on Monday.
Spent a check on a weekend.
I might do it all again.
I just hit a three peat,
Fucked three hoes I met this week.
I don't do no old hoes.
My God, that's a no-no.
She just want the coco.
I just want dinero.
Who that at the front door?
If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no
[Verse 3]
Stackin' up day to day,
Young nigga, you know, you gotta go get it, go get it,
They hatin, they stinkin, they waitin
Don't be mistaken, we dyin, they stayin,
Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan,
Callin me crazy on different occasions,
Kickin the cameraman off of my stages,
Cause I don't like how he snappin my angles,
I'm overboard and I'm overimpatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages,
Dealin with Mo shit that's more complicated,
Like these two bitches that might be related.
H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one,
It's late night, got a late show,
If you wanna roll, I got a place where...
So don't you open up that window,
Don't you let out that antidote.
Poppin pills is all we know,
In the hills is all we know.
Don't go through the front door.
It's low key at the night show,
So don't you open up that window,
Don't you let out that antidote.
