[Intro]
Yeah
(Big Backdoor, nigga)
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse]
Soon as Pape walked in this bitch, I get to blackin'
Where his coffin at? I need it 'cause it's finna happen (FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, who backdoored you done backdoored 'cause you said you'd leave it, yeah
Hundred pounds inside this Civic, had my runner get it
I want somethin', I ain't hatin' on no nigga, I'm gon' go get it
Got two thirties for a fifty, that's how low he fuckin' with me
I go back to the basics, ain't shit, got a full clip
They said I got a long lip, his bitch mouth got strong grip
I say I got a long bank account, zero, comma, zero
On Camp Creek, I'm JAY-Z the hero, on Washington Road, Chevron and Texaco
Yeah, stupid nigga shoot hisself like Plaxico, yeah
Cheddar Bob, now he scarred, I already know
Used to mob, I got popped, then start gettin' dough
Now I live off streams and the downloads, now on go
He just poured a deuce, it just dropped in a juice
On a dead end with some dead friends
This a Glock, no twenty-two
A thirty clip filled to the roof
Can't trust that bitch, know she the swoop
Let me rob your brother, baby
Let me know if that's cool with you
It be niggas puttin' they face on shit ain't got nothin' to do with you
Oh, he gon' die with you, wan' cry with you, he left you when he moved
It's on, I scheduled to get this move out
Fucked her, I didn't knew her
Thirty damn near threw up
Call that bitch and I get chewed up, yeah, yeah
Private je-ne-net, I flewed out
I don't give a fuck about my enemies, I grewed up
M&M&M&M-nies just pulled up
Big Backdoor might come right down your chimney and get you touched
I'm so thankful, super thankful
Make sure that K full, just ate, I ain't full
Yeah, it's a plain jane, darling, it's no jewels
Big Boss don't gangbang, my darling, just don't do it
Bitch, I been big homie, wouldn't believe that
Pullin' down my ski mask
I catch you, won't come back 'cause this not freeze tag
The Saint Laurent and Gucci fashion on these tags
Yeah, get the car in my bitch name 'cause I don't need tags
Rollin' with Backdoor, I'm flexin', nigga, you know he's back
If I ever gave you any money, I want that cheese back
Hold the camera up for my son, lil' nigga cheese back
Get rich, do somethin' for his lil' son, can't bring Cheese back
Lotta shit done hurt me on that path to greatness
I'm bobbin', weavin' through this shit, Big Backdoor Cassius Clayin'
They passed the ball, I took the shot 'cause I don't do half the playin'
Every day, I use this shit, my favorite app the calculator
They call me C4, baby, what is your name?
I was just CEO first, then Big Backdoor came
I numb the beat with my verse, this shit like Novocaine
Take one more step, I blow your brain
Smoke ganja juice the smokers can't
Audemars Piguet, it was plain
Soon as I walked inside this bitch, they had to get me together
Yeah, I go Dior sweater
Still got my black door-kickers
Roll the dead man in a Backwood, I'm that good
Opp smokin', Glock totin', young rich nigga from the hood
Yeah, young rich nigga, I say it twice 'cause it's really facts
Bitch said, "Daddy, you give me life," told her give it back"
Yeah, I'm not takin' your advice, 'cause it don't fuckin' match
Yeah, how a square gon' tell a lion how to scratch his back? 4
Yeah
(Big Backdoor, nigga)
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse]
Soon as Pape walked in this bitch, I get to blackin'
Where his coffin at? I need it 'cause it's finna happen (FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, who backdoored you done backdoored 'cause you said you'd leave it, yeah
Hundred pounds inside this Civic, had my runner get it
I want somethin', I ain't hatin' on no nigga, I'm gon' go get it
Got two thirties for a fifty, that's how low he fuckin' with me
I go back to the basics, ain't shit, got a full clip
They said I got a long lip, his bitch mouth got strong grip
I say I got a long bank account, zero, comma, zero
On Camp Creek, I'm JAY-Z the hero, on Washington Road, Chevron and Texaco
Yeah, stupid nigga shoot hisself like Plaxico, yeah
Cheddar Bob, now he scarred, I already know
Used to mob, I got popped, then start gettin' dough
Now I live off streams and the downloads, now on go
He just poured a deuce, it just dropped in a juice
On a dead end with some dead friends
This a Glock, no twenty-two
A thirty clip filled to the roof
Can't trust that bitch, know she the swoop
Let me rob your brother, baby
Let me know if that's cool with you
It be niggas puttin' they face on shit ain't got nothin' to do with you
Oh, he gon' die with you, wan' cry with you, he left you when he moved
It's on, I scheduled to get this move out
Fucked her, I didn't knew her
Thirty damn near threw up
Call that bitch and I get chewed up, yeah, yeah
Private je-ne-net, I flewed out
I don't give a fuck about my enemies, I grewed up
M&M&M&M-nies just pulled up
Big Backdoor might come right down your chimney and get you touched
I'm so thankful, super thankful
Make sure that K full, just ate, I ain't full
Yeah, it's a plain jane, darling, it's no jewels
Big Boss don't gangbang, my darling, just don't do it
Bitch, I been big homie, wouldn't believe that
Pullin' down my ski mask
I catch you, won't come back 'cause this not freeze tag
The Saint Laurent and Gucci fashion on these tags
Yeah, get the car in my bitch name 'cause I don't need tags
Rollin' with Backdoor, I'm flexin', nigga, you know he's back
If I ever gave you any money, I want that cheese back
Hold the camera up for my son, lil' nigga cheese back
Get rich, do somethin' for his lil' son, can't bring Cheese back
Lotta shit done hurt me on that path to greatness
I'm bobbin', weavin' through this shit, Big Backdoor Cassius Clayin'
They passed the ball, I took the shot 'cause I don't do half the playin'
Every day, I use this shit, my favorite app the calculator
They call me C4, baby, what is your name?
I was just CEO first, then Big Backdoor came
I numb the beat with my verse, this shit like Novocaine
Take one more step, I blow your brain
Smoke ganja juice the smokers can't
Audemars Piguet, it was plain
Soon as I walked inside this bitch, they had to get me together
Yeah, I go Dior sweater
Still got my black door-kickers
Roll the dead man in a Backwood, I'm that good
Opp smokin', Glock totin', young rich nigga from the hood
Yeah, young rich nigga, I say it twice 'cause it's really facts
Bitch said, "Daddy, you give me life," told her give it back"
Yeah, I'm not takin' your advice, 'cause it don't fuckin' match
Yeah, how a square gon' tell a lion how to scratch his back? 4
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