Backdoor Lyrics – KountUpWitdaK

Backdoor Lyrics by KountUpWitdaK

Ayy, Jetson made this one, C4
Yeah, yeah, they say Jetson made this one for C4 [Yeah
Made this one for C4
Yeah, yeah [iMixNation for real

4
Yeah, yeah
I made a milli’ off kickin’ that back door open [Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that back door broken

If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah
I’m in the ‘Cat just coastin’
I told the b#tch to go buy her a lil’ troll
I’m off the Percs and the dodies

Cold on that b#tch, she said I was frozen
n#gg#, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that’s a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it’s lights

You know C4 finna flame the mic
You know I f#cked her, now she gotta go
It ain’t no stayin’ the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not p#ss#

Percocets, pistols, called in pints
I’m back through that back door, I’m back on the block
I just had to pop me an opp
I told bro we parkin’ the car

I’m finna get out with this b#tch
I just put a switch on the back of the Glock, yeah
A n#gg# got hit in his top
Now the feds tryna figure me out [f#ck 12

But nobody tellin’ ’em sh#t
You n#gg#s be goofy and cuffin’ them thots
Yeah, she just had my dick in her mouth
If she trip, then I’m kickin’ her out

But you finna go out with this b#tch
They know I’m a gangster and n#gg#s’ll vouch
Like why would I shoot up a house?
If it’s beef, then we walkin’ ’em down

He gotta get hit with this b#tch
My plug got a boulder, I know he legit
He talkin’ ’bout mailin’ them bricks
My weed got an odor, it got a lil’ stench

I know that you smellin’ this sh#t
My b#tch a lil’ older, she older than me
I’m not finna play with no kids
I took me some L’s just to get to a P

Did all that to get me some M’s
This Glock 23 like to jump out the gym
Might beat up an opp, stomp ’em out with the Timbs
That chopper do surgery, it knock off a limb

Get hit with this cutter, it give you a temp
Got so many b#tches, they think I’m a pimp
Can’t smoke with Big Mal, don’t be rollin’ a skemp
C4, that’s my slime, it get slimy for them

Let you get out of line and we shootin’ a film
I made a milli’ off kickin’ that back door open [Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that back door broken
If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah

I’m in the ‘Cat just coastin’
I told the b#tch to go buy her a lil’ troll
I’m off the Percs and the dodies
Cold on that b#tch, she said I was frozen

n#gg#, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that’s a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it’s lights
You know C4 finna flame the mic

You know I f#cked her, now she gotta go
It ain’t no stayin’ the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not p#ss#
Percocets, pistols, called in pints

Yeah, yeah, yeah, opp it, uh, opp it, uh
Stomp on that boy like an ant
Know I count up with the K
Plus that’s my mans

b#tch suck dick no hands
n#gg#, I’m the dope boy, I ain’t no rapper
It’s an art to this sh#t
Ayy, you know Big Folks, I’m a part of this sh#t, yeah

Ayy, I made the bad b#tch swallow this sh#t
Ayy, went from a nick straight to a brick, brick
Don’t look at me like a lick, lick
b#tch, don’t use all of that spit, spit

Me and lil’ bro split a spliff
Ayy, she steady keep suckin’, she tick
I make the labels pay for it, they killed
Extortin’ your daddy, extortin’ your kid

Ayy, I bought a pint, gotta go for the kill
Know it’s the Big Boss Backdoor kicker [Know that
You ain’t gon’ find no n#gg# that’s sicker
Fan-ass ho keep tryna take pictures

Ayy, Keed talk to ’em, C4 go get ’em
Yeah, yeah, all my n#gg#s my n#gg#s
We them n#gg#s, so f#ck them n#gg#s
Keep tryna tell me to tuck my pistol

He don’t like me ’cause I f#cked his sister
Bust on her face, paint on that sh#t like a clown
You know G Money got rounds, Bizzle got rounds
Waitin’ on Folks ‘nem to get back now

n#gg# try to play, ridin’ with C4, gotta get get-back now
Yeah, n#gg# try stand up to the big boss, tell that boy sit back down
I made a milli’ off kickin’ that back door open [Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that back door broken

If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah
I’m in the ‘Cat just coastin’
I told the b#tch to go buy her a lil’ troll
I’m off the Percs and the dodies

Cold on that b#tch, she said I was frozen
n#gg#, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that’s a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it’s lights

You know C4 finna flame the mic
You know I f#cked her, now she gotta go
It ain’t no stayin’ the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not p#ss#

Percocets, pistols, called in pints
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