Back Door ft. Ctb11hunnit Lyrics

Aye, all that slimy snake shit we dont condone that

Its brothers only play with gang we knock your dome back

When we started hustling in the city you wasn't on that

Can't stop getting new money you aint gon see me post no throwbacks

Yeah, money tall as Shaq we ballin' hard breaking backboards

You gon get your stupid ass killed trynna back door

If you aint tynna feed your fam then what you trap for

If you aint trynna get these millions what you rapping for

Aye, RE-ROCK pendant on my chain came with flawless diamonds

My bitch say I never pay attention cause i'm always grinding

They say i'm what the game been missing came in perfect timing

Even before I had this jewelry I was already shinning

You wasn't living like that till you started rappin' why you always lying

And fuck who speaking on the team cause aint nobody sliding

Riding through city chains out aint nobody hiding

100 Dollar 8th up in the wood got me extra high

How the fuck was that your brother and you testified

Ol rat ass nigga you should be next to die

I been getting to a check but I aint verified

Imma keep that pressure on they neck till I get extradited

Pouring up this wock with the red got me too excited

Pull up in a big body Benz with some hoes inside it

I bet they want to kiss this cup but cant nobody try it

Yeah RE-ROCK thats the mother fuckin' label aint nobody signing

Imma put they whole squad on ice, no hockey team

I just copped a glock came with a switch i dont need a beam

Drum hold 50 dont need to run imma clear the scene

Town full of weirdos so I keep it on me in my jeans

K like a lawn mower for the snakes up in da grass

Whipped a nigga with all kicks so I really kicked his ass

Had to cut lil shorty off cause we know she hella fast

Just because you said sorry dont mean you get a pass

I just get the bread and bring it back to the gang

Ballin' with Lil Ice like Scottie Pippen and MJ

Niggas run up on me imma hit em in his face

Feeling like Tay K cause i'm finna do the race

30 With me in the booth

And thats the truth

I remember days running in them houses cuzzo get the boost

We was hitting licks in high school you was hitting booze

I was with the squad getting guap wasn't trynna lose

Aye, all that slimey snake shit we dont condone that

Its brothers only play with gang we knock dome back

When we started hustling in the city you wasn't on that

Can't stop getting new money you aint gon see me post no throwbacks

Yeah, money tall as Shaq we ballin' hard breaking backboards

You gon get your stupid ass killed trynna back door

If you aint tynna feed your fam then what you trap for

If you aint trynna get these millions what you rapping for