No Backdooring

Grab the door close it no backdooring
Get in my way, you a mat, a floors man
Dope man flame
Them bitches they pack the poison
We matte black the boys in
Lowkey niggas we act accordingly
White man playing tryna trap the floors in
Kick the doors in
Stoppin me so damn far fetched
You better off quitting than stretched
Can't feel no fear my nigga I'm blessed
Living life stressless
You talk so much you breathless
No time to move so you catch less
I'm planning on getting my money up,
So funny, undercover you a dummy huh
Get out my face you ain't done enough
Confidential talk so I leaned in
Get him on a walk and I mean it
Meddle with a boss like me
Budadum no ID
Budadum no I'dea
No ID
Shawty got back but no feelings
Hiding nun, everything revealing
High love, everything ceiling
Ground up everything selling
Round up with my felons
Ain't plan on cracking no melons
Just getting money up before I got children
Never been chilling
Hero, villain
Chasing villas
A bitch might setup
While I count my bread up
For my bruddah
I put bread on my butter
Circle too big gotta cut up
When they put the pressure can't letup
Never let it sweat us
Even in sweaters
When they put the pressure can't letup
Never let it sweat us
Even in sweaters
Way too clever
That boy he about his business
Won't stop till I finish
No back and forth like tennis
Like tennis
Niggas so lie, put em on a drive
All I got is drive
All I got is drive, on time when I arrive
Niggas so lie, put em on drive
All I got is drive on time when I arrive
Living no lie
Limit, know nun
Ceiling, know nun
No descriptions, know nun



Credits
Writer(s): Ishmael Barre
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