[Intro]
BandPlay
Same shit
Just keep knockin' at the door for, bitch?
It's crazy
Ayy (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Mama, I've been trapping for a minute now
Fancy dinner door, I threw a chicken out, ayy
I keep getting told I went a different route
No, I can't stop getting this money, I got children now, my baby
I step on them extras, watch them bubble up, yeah
My youngin' caught a case, and he ain't been home in a month, damn
Go-got the trap house stankin' like cologne and runts
Gave her a hundred, auntie, clean this motherfucker up right now

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Jim Jones]
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Back door, back door, they come through the back door, back
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Police at the crib, kicked in the back door, back
Back door, back door, back door, back door
We be serving fiends through the back door, back door
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Police come, we runnin' through the back door, back door
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I've been in the kitchen where them birdies at (Whip it)
Catch them slippin', I swear, n***as getting murdered at (Baow)
And my lil' homie tryna beat this murder rap (Free 'em)
Shit, they told me it was beef, I bring a burger back (Who hungry?)
Keep on talking shit, I'm sendin' drillers out (I'm spendin')
He had to switch up on that shit, that shit was spilling out (Grrr)
This water on my neck, I bring a million out (Nasty)
When I pull up in my Jacks, I bring them killers out
I'm from the projects where ain't nobody have a back door
You come sure that get you bodied and get you clapped for (Get 'em)
I'm from the days where drug-infested lobbies and them crack wars (Woo)
That's why nowadays, it's guns on our body like we at war, fucker

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Back door, back door, they come through the back door, back
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Police at the crib, kicked in the back door, back

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Sixty pounds of kush, we got it bubble wrapped
FedEx driver asked for pics, this shit don't come like that
I felt like Jesus, just walked [?], saw a hundred racks
Front door locked, [?] going back
Percocets so fake, these young boys dropping dead
I just mind my business 'long as they don't stop my bread
Couldn't [?] circle, he gon' get a box instead
Turn that n***a [?] to a bobblehead
Cops really wanna kill us, they don't wanna [?]
Whenever unc' come around for credit, I'm [?]
[?] out the back door, [?] crib, they gon' kick the front
Time to slide, I just took the blunt
Get my dick sucked, but I ain't get the nut
Gotta pick it up and hit the
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Jim Jones]
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Back door, back door, they come through the back door, back door
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Police at the crib, kicked in the back door, uh
Back door, back door, back door, back door
We be serving fiends through the back door, back door
Back door, back door, back door, back door
Police come, we runnin' through the back door, back door