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shadow krew - "no backdoor" 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

- shadow krew lyrics

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