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[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy, yeah

[Verse]
Big Ol' Backdoor, he only come out winter
Still count that up, get splinters
Big B truck, can't get us
Big BB, get the f*ck out the way (Mike Mixer is in the building)
And the shooters, the trappers, the robbers
And all the door kickers, they do what I say
You know what they say
Pop you a Percocet, double the cups, keep the doctor away
He got hit with a stray
From the cradle, take this sh*t to the grave
Count the paper 'til I'm old and I'm gray
First I f*cked her, now she callin' me bae
And you get ran over, you in my way
In the Range Rover SVR with a K
Got a hangover, I was drinkin' all day
Hop off the balcony, I hang over
Swear I hate being sober
b*tch, don't get in the way of this chocha
Soon as I give the okay, they gon' ghost ya
Too much imposters, him and his chauffeur
I just start shootin', I'm gettin' in close-ups
In the paint, but I ain't do a post-up
1080 just like Rockefeller, oh, no, no, not the label, the man
Why he hop out the car with the K in his hand?
Never signed, I didn't take no advance
Finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
It was water, the Shady the pieces that dance
I done warned 'em I'm comin' back for revenge
Put his life and his fate in my hands
Gettin' in, gettin' out, you successful
The b*tch just wore me out, we wrestled
I don't give a f*ck how it fold like a pretzel, I still need my bread
And later on this evening, turn grim reap again
Black on black Trackhawk, it's speedin' in
Ain't got no reasoning
Third time f*ckin' up tires
Big Back Block, see that in my eyes
Had to come tell the b*tch I'm the prize
It was bros over hoes, put the money 'fore all of the guys
The house been haunted ever since he arrived
I serve all Xannies, take ones and fives
House got a big gate, I'm not Plies
b*tch left me, said I had too many tries (Yeah)
But I couldn't give a f*ck 'bout the b*tch
Count the money, my hands start to itch
Stuff her nose with the coke and the fent'
n*ggas rerockin' the block with the hit
f*ck the police, they ain't stoppin' this sh*t
What's the difference between a lil' cop and a b*tch?
Looked at him like he was gay when he said he got thirty shots c*cked in the di*k
Extensions, but we still call 'em 'stendos
Bad lil' b*tch, I was ballin' like Jim Jones
She gon' drive all the bricks to the end zone
Call that b*tch, tell that b*tch bring the kids home
Junior singin' this sh*t like a kids song
I was high as a f*ck, how I get on?
First I f*cked, then jumped back in the friendzone, Backdoor