Back Door ft. Johnny May Cash

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