back door

the bricks in the plastic

the pounds in the trash bag

the weed ain't good

we shipping that pack back

i got what you need

come shop at my sto'e

30 clips at the front door

so come to the back door

so come to the back door

so come to the back door

so come to the back door

so come to the back door

the bricks in the plastic

the pounds in the trash bag

the weed ain't good

we shipping that pack back

burglar bars on my trap nigga

can't forget put the cameras

what's the use to have a show nigga if they don't use their hammers

mister used to talking shit cause you don't use your hammer

the arm and hammer

working my arm with the hammer

trap straight out the front porch

bitch you know that i'm with it

cook game got real strong when i

straight drop

straight drop

have em dancing like they p diddy

drought time come around

got to take a to fifty

i stack up the zones

my team playing zone

boy get off the phone

you been talking too long

i know that they snitching

my trap house is closed

if i cut on this phone

i'm offering this blow

pit bulls running round the yard

every window got burglar bars

just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars

when you come to my spot

bro cut the music down and come to the back door

yeah i got what you ask for

but first where your cash bro?

just got a new batch of strong

and bands of reg

i got a lot of that

look over there in them garbage bags

pick out what you want and then holler back

ain't no bricks in my trap house

no pots and no forks

and i ain't got no love for a bitch cause i came up bumping too short

your old lady across the street on her porch

she love me but she know i'm a dope boy

me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way

my phone booming

my trap rolling

it's always open

these choppers loaded

just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here

we already sorted!