backdoor Lyrics

Ha

Uh, uh

Yeah

I'm here to climb your flag

Yeah

Uh

Ha

There you go

You know the cost is to be number one

Your bitch in the back, that suck dick to the sun

Cop me a rollie, get one for my brother

Lil shawny, he up in the back with the gun

Nigga run down, he get beat like a drum

Bitch nigga chattin', he really a bum

I got 250, 250, lil' nigga, I double the dick

cock that shit with my thumb

Nigga, high five, take the wrist

Cartier, all on my wrist

Ha, lil' nigga, some car, take the flip

Lil' nigga can't jump out the porch, he a git

Ha, all of my drip, be legit

Yeah, nigga, top track by the feet

Ha, nigga, you really a bitch

Wait until I let her start talkin' that shit

Far away, I can still get you gone

Lil' nigga, I'm bad to the bone

I got racks, how they callin' my phone

Like, bitch, leave me alone

All I wanted was some chrome

Iont wan fuc gimme dome uggh

all this shit that i own Rich,

Al I wanted was a throne

Bitch, chattin', nigga, you a fan of me

I just want you to keep a band with me

Really thought you was a friend of me

But you can't even show a band to me

Now I gotta keep the can with me

Beat his ass so his fans can see

Chattin' bout a nigga randomly

Nigga, you really a ant to me

Hit me when you make a band on your own

Nigga, you a clown, you dance on your phone

I could see if he was makin' some breakdance and shit

But nigga, you really a clone

Chattin' bout a nigga, if he know you wrong

Nigga, I be makin' bread like I'm grown

Close the back door, you get slimed by your own

Close the back door, you get slimed by your own

Close the back door, you get slimed by your own

Slimed by your own

Slimed by your own

Slimed by your own

Slimed by your own

Limbed by your own

Slimed by your own