Back Door
Yeah
700, pussy
Walk down, nigga
Freeband
(What kinda money? It's Nunu)
Yeah
Right out the back door
Juug, I'm never too slow
I got these racks but I want more
Switches and Dracs when you walk through the front door
Trap door, geekin', I'm pronto
Whole lot of money, ego
Ho, we dig in a two-door
I rock , Deebo
Right out the back door (Gone, outta there)
Right out the back door (Go, outta there, go)
Right out the back door (Outta there)
Right out the back door
We wrap bricks like tacos (Tacos)
Get a nigga wacked like Chapo
My niggas ballin' like the Bulls, but I ain't from Chicago (I ain't from Chicago)
Bulletproof, the way I ride behind me fully auto
You was born to dick ride 'cause you ain't got no bankroll
I could touch two million cash, even if the bank close (Count up)
Five spots, 12 hot, so we gotta switch loads
We drove pounds in suit and ties and sell 'em like cheap clothes
I got rich with Mexicans, nigga, I'm black 'Migo (Black Migo)
Pounds in the back, right to the front, Zone 6, we do what we want
Twenty Eastwood pounds in the trunk, I done made some plays with Tramp
Juugin' out the Trump Hotel, you know Street'll run it up
I ain't gotta make another song, nigga, I'm super up (Yeah)
Yeah
Right out the back door
Juug, I'm never too slow
I got these racks but I want more
Switches and Dracs when you walk through the front door
Trap door, geekin', I'm pronto
Whole lot of money, ego
Ho, we dig in a two-door
I rock , Deebo
Right out the back door (Gone, outta there)
Right out the back door (Go, outta there, go)
Right out the back door (Outta there)
Right out the back door
These rappers be keepin' they distance, they know I'm quick to show these niggas' bitches
Ain't takin' a risk, geeked up on a mission
Benz, drivin' ignition
Can you crank up the car? I don't turn the ignition
Smokin' all day off that boy, got me dizzy
Steppin', these rats and these motherfuckers scammin'
.762, flip the (Blrrt, boom, boom)
Fours, crackin' 'em bitches (Crackin' 'em)
Pourin' up that green prescription
Young nigga bang the C like Nipsey
Cover up my oppas, walkin' out, they crippin'
Finesse 'em, get outta there, you asleep
Left with twenty five hundred my feet (Racks)
Turn a ho up with these racks, you a cheap (Cheap)
Go out the country, fuck for a week
So many switches and Semis, they take off the street
Walk down and stand over and put 'em to sleep
Trappin' and spinnin', I ain't goin' to sleep
Hood and that bitch in a Bentley, her face in the seat
Really know why the gang hate just toward me
Sittin' in the whole from the M to D
These hoes get a drop on you, hoes send a dot on you
Hop out, stand over and walk on 'em (Blrrt)
Yeah
Right out the back door
Juug, I'm never too slow
I got these racks but I want more
Switches and Dracs when you walk through the front door
Trap door, geekin', I'm pronto
Whole lot of money, ego
Ho, we dig in a two-door
I rock , Deebo
Right out the back door (Gone, outta there)
Right out the back door (Go, outta there, outta there, go)
Right out the back door (Back door)
Right out the back door
Right out the back door
Right out the back door (Go)
Right out the back door
Right out the back door
