Back Door

Lyrics

[Intro: LilCJ Kasino] Ayy, ayy, ayy Kasino shit nigga Maxo Kasino shit nigga It's YL on Dem 808s Maxed out fucking with us Nah for real [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Pull up to my trap, you knock at the back door We super stocked, we got whatever you ask for Nike drawers lil nigga, I gotta tax though Flip the packs, start pulling racks out my asshole Lil boy don't get shot in the face tryna act bold Don't need me no liquor, that's what they made Act for Come through that bitch dripping, he like, "Where his neck go?" You losing, I'm booling but cooling with Maxo This that Texas shit, that real reckless shit Pull up, go to stretchin' shit, bullets start fetching shit Ain't no checking shit (No way), please don't test this shit You know them ape niggas deadly Might send you to heaven the way we be blessing shit [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, uh Fake O scale in the pot Draco, Glocks, keep the door unlocked, ayy ayy Traphouse jumping off the meter Piles in the trash can, pints in the freezer, whoa whoa Obama gas bag like the president Just finesse on the plug with the counterfeit Shoot shells, fuck 12, they ain't taking shit Been dabbing persona and etiquette Maxo El Chapo, bitches suck me like it's lipo Suck that dick, look like a light pole, what? Double cup my Styro' Headlines like a typo, ayy Crash dummies, no Geico, whoa Thirty-eight special for pressure (Let's get it) Whip up and bag up them extras Like Mike ass nigga, like Bow Wow I'll up the pipe, make a nigga pipe down Up the pole like a motherfucking stripper Shooting drills like an LA Clipper Gucci Gang, Kream Gang Banana clips, orangutan Halfways, whole things Beat a rap nigga up then I take his chain, gang [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Pull up to my trap, you knock at the back door We super stocked, we got whatever you ask for Nike drawers lil nigga, I gotta tax though Flip the packs, start pulling racks out my asshole Lil boy don't get shot in the face tryna act bold Don't need me no liquor, that's what they made Act for Come through that bitch dripping, he like, "Where his neck go?" You losing, I'm booling but cooling with Maxo This that Texas shit, that real reckless shit Pull up, go to stretchin' shit, bullets start fetching shit Ain't no checking shit (No way), please don't test this shit You know them ape niggas deadly Might send you to heaven the way we be blessing shit [Verse 2: LilCJ Kasino] Play with Kasino, that's deadly shit Young nigga flexing and sipping on medicine Fuck up the spot, we been dropping, no stretchin' it Thirty round Glock, play and he catching it Pull up tryna shot they gon' knock at the back (Backdoor) My demons anywhere and they clutching the MAC Plug love me 'cause I flush every sack Duh dummy, I'm in love with them racks Wait, who do you think you checkin'? You rep that lil shit so you think you steppin' (Lil nigga) We gon' pull up right on you, won't send a message We go dummy, you lil nigga that's a blessing Nigga bigger, been quiet since a adolescent Smoking on dope got me out of breath (Gas) Whippin' up dope, feeling like a chef (Whip) Switch up my wrist, hit it with the left Sagging hard and I paid a lot for this belt Love the bag, I ball hard, I don't need a ref In the spot with Big Kream, I ain't talking meth You talking 'bout beef with me then you talking death And we play for keep, boy ain't nothing fair Still in the streets, beat the pack 'til nothing left Still in the Creek but these rappers won't come there Gorilla that tripping and gripping A young nigga rock out with drums there [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Pull up to my trap, you knock at the back door We super stocked, we got whatever you ask for Nike drawers lil nigga, I gotta tax though Flip the packs, start pulling racks out my asshole Lil boy don't get shot in the face tryna act bold Don't need me no liquor, that's what they made Act for Come through that bitch dripping, he like, "Where his neck go?" You losing, I'm booling but cooling with Maxo This that Texas shit, that real reckless shit Pull up, go to stretchin' shit, bullets start fetching shit Ain't no checking shit (No way), please don't test this shit You know them ape niggas deadly Might send you to heaven the way we be blessing shit