"no backdoor" - shadow krew lyrics
[intro]
gang, gang, slatt
[chorus]
i want that f*ckin’ snake to come check me, i’ll leave the door wide f*ckin’ open
send any b*tch my way, she comin’ back ghosted, tell her b*tch come test it
if me and lil’ bro hop out, and it’s only two of us, who the f*ck gon’ drive this sh*t?
i been told y’all, i don’t f*ck with y’all, never will, y’all ain’t my type
every ho got they night, it takes f*ckin’ time
i ain’t no rapper, i just spit sh*t that f*ckin’ rhyme
do i want the f*ckin’ heater? do i want the strap? f*ck, i can’t decide
sh*t so messed up, i can’t even cry, all my tears done f*ckin’ dried
[verse]
she so fed up, tryna suck me down, her head ain’t f*ckin’ right
the streets so fed up, snakes k!ll their own, these fools’ minds ain’t f*ckin’ tight
remember days we had ‘em duckin’ fists while ridin’ bikes through the night?
forget the past, try see if he can dodge my sh*t, four deep, ridin’ in plain sight
i ain’t gon’ lie, this rap sh*t gettin’ old, i runnin’ out of f*ckin’ lines
don’t ask how i’m doin’, you don’t f*ckin’ care, long as i got bags, i’m fine
jump on him, he run, i chase, i catch, better f*ckin’ pick up the pace
hit his back, spine snap, watch that b*tch fall flat on his face
your main homie gon’ die tryin’ to climb, f*ck if i let a fool jump my gate
ain’t n0body say i don’t love my crew, i make sure my homies all ate
but if i catch a fer stealin’, there ain’t no second chance, leave his plate fed
we been grindin’ sun up to sun down, how the f*ck they still survivin’ the day?
i hate when broke fools try to joke, broke f*ckers shouldn’t f*ckin’ play
ratchet b*tches don’t make the cut, i need an emo to match my drips
pop out with a b*tch named quartz, when she up, she match my wrist
lookin’ for the right one, can’t find her, none of these b*tches worth sh*t
said i was done, but i’m back, dead f*ckers in the pack, d*mn near had a panic attack
if i don’t get signed by year end, f*ck rap, i’m movin’ weight in the trap
try flashin’ that strap around me, f*ck you, gimme that sh*t, i don’t nap
lil’ crew love to start sh*t, can’t take ‘em anywhere, they f*ckin’ wild
groupie b*tches roll with us, thinkin’ they gang, screamin’ “slatt” all the while
featurin’ price gon’ rise, y’all weak, y’all ain’t f*ckin’ rhymers
if a f*cker want a feat, i tax hard, nothin’ free till i’m free, n*gga
[chorus]
i want that f*ckin’ snake to come check me, i’ll leave the door wide f*ckin’ open
send any b*tch my way, she comin’ back ghosted, tell her b*tch come test it
if me and lil’ bro hop out, and it’s only two of us, who the f*ck gon’ drive this sh*t?
i been told y’all, i don’t f*ck with y’all, never will, y’all ain’t my type
every ho got they night, it takes f*ckin’ time
i ain’t no rapper, i just spit sh*t that f*ckin’ rhyme
do i want the f*ckin’ heater? do i want the strap? f*ck, i can’t decide
sh*t so messed up, i can’t even cry, all my tears done f*ckin’ dried
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