Back Door ft. Johnny May Cash Lyrics

I ain't givin' it, I don't want it, I ain't want it, aye I ain't givin' it

I don't want it, I want the cake, aye

Young nigga flexed hard, I want the cake

You better be watchin' that back, though

Guns on the table, police might run through the back door

Bad bitches runnin' through the crib, while theres bricks fronted on the kitchen floor

Swerve comin in, with some bud, with some mo' hoes, yeah, we finna smoke

Pull on the curb, then we shoot up the nerve with them handguns, that hold chopper bullets

Posted and I'm at the back door, stoner but spit with that crack flow

Shootin' a film like we act bro, gotta get by and on that note

I'm the connect and I stack dough, show some respect or let that go

Never neglect we subtract those, like Elpo, my Elto

This hell hole so shallow, so mellow, can't tell, though, we frail, no can smell

Smoke my trails, yo, them sailboats, inhale dope, exhale, hope

My fellows in them back blocks, they push keys, no laptops like Ripley's

In them trap spots, believe it, receive it, now or never for a reason

Gettin' better when we work together, gettin' rid of all this worthy treasure

This block is hot, could it be the weather, might as well, so either, ever

Tell a friend I said I got whatever, gettin' to my pita, brudda

Guns on the table, police might run through the back door

Bad bitches runnin' through the crib, while theres bricks fronted on the kitchen floor

Swerve comin in, with some bud, with some mo' hoes, yeah, we finna smoke

Pull on the curb, then we shoot up the nerve with them handguns, that hold chopper bullets

Posted and I'm at the back door, stoner but spit with that crack flow

Shootin' a film like we act bro, gotta get by and on that note

I'm the connect and I stack dough, show some respect or let that go

Never neglect we subtract those, like Elpo, my Elto

This hell hole so shallow, so mellow, can't tell, though, we frail, no can smell

Smoke my trails, yo, them sailboats, inhale dope, exhale, hope

My fellows in them back blocks, they push keys, no laptops like Ripley's

In them trap spots, believe it, receive it, now or never for a reason

Gettin' better when we work together, gettin' rid of all this worthy treasure

This block is hot, could it be the weather, might as well, so either, ever

Tell a friend I said I got whatever, gettin' to my pita, brudda

Guns on the table, police might run through the back door

Bad bitches runnin' through the crib, while theres bricks fronted on the kitchen floor

Swerve comin in, with some bud, with some mo' hoes, yeah, we finna smoke

Pull on the curb, then we shoot up the nerve with them handguns, that hold chopper bullets