Chinese New Year

I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
 Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here
 Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
 Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Mask on face, Glock in hand
 I was in and out of homes like the Orkin Man
 Never listen to my parents like an orphan, man
 Strong finger on the trigger like it's in dwarf's hands
 Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
 Make nigga kick that can
 Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan
 My vixen eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man
 My wish her command, ugh
 ADTs ain't stop me
 Simple like ABC's
 Snip, cut, yank just as easy as one, two, three
 Breakin' and entry so elementary
 Get what the hustlers get for tryna do what the hustlers do
 Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue
 And your man and them for tryna be hustlers too
 Ernie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burnin' and hurt, uh
 I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
 Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here
 Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
 Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Let's play cops and robbers
 And watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs
 As well as niggas with plots to rob us
 Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker into Shottas
 With them 911s revvin'
 Gunfire leave bredren remains like it's 9/11
 They fear the sounds of rounds dispensin'
 That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing
 When I picture bits and pieces
 Of bone chip and flesh, it tears me to pieces
 Cooperate, escaping's useless
 Trust me, I'm your friend, I will talk you through this
 Trick-or-treat niggas with hoods want the goods
 I feel like Robin Hood when I share it with my hoods
 Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit
 Don't let the nine mil' riddle your wits, smartypants
 I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
 Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here
 Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
 Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca (huh)
 Brrat, brrat (bang), brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming
 Common sense'll tell you duck and get the fuck outta harm's way
 You dying'll absolutely make my day
 Why he had to go look cool? But he wasn't, so he got betrayed
 This is what I did to him, nozzle with a SIG to him
 Hurried out his crib, before that, took everything
 Powder to pocket change, even the lint
 Left the boy layin' with his skin
 If I didn't get you right, you better hold your pistol tight
 When we meet in the afterlife
 Coldchain on the block when it bleed
 Rosco P, young G, I don't speak, I just squeeze
 97 P'll make you drop to your knees
 Before you know it
 You'll be floating to a better place, your soul feelin' free
 I'm young, Black and I just don't give a fuck
 Big burner on my waist, drugs in the trunk
 Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, come press me
 I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
 Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here
 Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
 Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
 Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
 Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca