Backdoorhoe ft. Primox0 Lyrics

Bitch tried to set me up, huh

I'm gone shoot her up, pull up on em shoot em up

I don't lack, always walk 'round with my Ruger. yuh yuh

Big ruler huh hit yo damn medulla huh

I send my hoes in that bitch put some holes in that bitch huh

Bad hoes, make em touch they toes in this bitch

Racks hoe, we count hella dough in this bitch

I send my bro to that lo with a switch

Get yo dog kicked then, then your head caved in, huh

Fuck that bitch, tryna fuck her fuckin' best friend

Headshot head tats hits your headband

Tweakin get in this bitch, I need my fuckin' meds man

Not no fuckin' rookie in this bitch, I been stamped, huh

Been a troop, you can check the motherfuckin' camp, huh

Wet they block up, leave a pussy nigga damp, yuh

Back, shot your bitch, get that bitch cramps

I got real mob ties, I got niggas gone die, playin' with the motherfuckin' five, you gon' get fried

I see a nigga's soul, look him in his eyes

Spark a nigga like a bowl, I'm tryna get high

There are dead body's in motherfuckin' blunt,

Smoke on these niggas like some motherfuckin' Runtz

Tote them poles, for no reason, pull up, take his gun

Pull up, get to clappin make a pussy nigga run

I can make that boy go right up to the sun

I'm a dead man walking, sorry baby, I can't love

She done tried to set me up, but she just do this shit for fun

Out in troit I told them niggas, don't be switchin' for no blunts

But I think they switched the code up for the racks, for the racks

Swingin' back, I'ma put that boy on cap, huh

Got enough bread to sell shows, and still trap

I done sold dope in a black Maybach

They gon' talk a lot of tough, but they won't change

I just went and copped an ounce, and this shit smell like it's propane

Sorry diesel got me tripping, I can see right through yo bangs, huh

uh, what I'm sayin', uh, I just wanna say. huh

I just wanna talk about the time that I ain't switch up on the gang

Ran through big money, know It's sittin' on a plate

I done fucked up on a bitch and put her back up in the range

I, walked up, "fye what, shit Von sing?"

I done ran up, huh, wait, huh, ayy, huh, shit

Back in high school, I never thought I'd be the kid

Now I'm doin' shows, fuckin' on your hoe uh and her friend

Said she wanna talk, sorry, you gon' do it for the trends

I just said my, what same hoe, I done fucked up

All two-tone chrome belt and it's still low

I done fucked up, gotta stand up on a steel toe

Ran up fye, fye, fye, fye shit bro