Listen to Screen Door song with lyrics from Vince Staples

Screen Door

Vince Staples23 Sep 2014

Screen Door Lyrics

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

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***