Lyrics Backdoor Bros 2 - No PT

If you ain't there the first time we spinning again
Smoking big woods in a fucking Benz
Free All my niggas out the pin
Life is a game I gotta win
Man swear to God these niggas be shiesty
Don't give no fucks if your ass don't like me
Bitch I'm shooting like my name is Spike Lee
Carry big Glocks we don't do no fighting

Bitch fuck the opps
Told them niggas move around they been riding on my cock
Like I said I don't give no fucks
If I spin the block you better duck
Cause if you don't bitch I'm sorry buddy yo ass outta luck
If you wanna die bitch reach for my chain
Swear give me a year you'll know my name
Ain't shit the same everything changed
Swear to God y'all niggas be lame
Smoking gas everyday just to ease the fucking pain
At least I ain't doing crack like some bitches man that shit is a shame
Yea I'm ripping this shit
Cant do shit around nobody these niggas be snitching and shit
Hoes be itching and shit
They be doing crack cocaine what the fuck is wrong with this bitch
Kill a nigga throw him in a ditch
Make that nigga swim with the fucking fish
Killed that nigga on his birthday told him make his fucking last wish

If you ain't there the first time we spinning again
Smoking big woods in a fucking Benz
Free my niggas out the pin
Life is a game I gotta win
Man swear to God these niggas be shiesty
Don't give no fucks if your ass don't like me
Bitch I'm shooting like my name is Spike Lee
Carry big Glocks we don't do no fighting

Damn gas in my chest
My niggas coming straight to your address
That red dot on yo head ain't no need for the vest
I just want the neck ain't no need to undress Strapped with led
And some paper like I'm taking test
Throw back an addy when I'm feeling stressed in my Miami
With thoties tryna buy her some Brest
Told that hoe drop that bitch down like she squatting
I go state to state I don't take hoes on dates
Send her the pin tell her be here by ten
If she ain't getting freaky than she got to skate
Shawty wanna be jelly fam so bad
I can't lay up with you I got money to make
She on her knees like she saying her grace
I ain't touching the brakes full throttle let's race
I got euros pesos yen
I'm punching bin after bin
If it's not luck if i do it again
When I hear the hate I just can't help but grin
Please lord forgive me I can't help but sin
I'm not ya homie ya brother or twin
I disappear for a while come back cleaner than dial
Make these niggas wonder where I been
Pop out with glocks fire at all of his people
Not for the games if you play I delete you
When at the shop got sell through the peephole
Pop out the gang make it look like a meetup
Geeking off molly
You need it I got it
A demon for dollars
I'm scheming and watching
I seen her I got her
My semen she swallow
Then leave her on block
And won't even acknowledge her

If you ain't there the first time we spinning again
Smoking big woods in a fucking Benz
Free my niggas out the pin
Life is a game I gotta win
Man swear to God these niggas be shiesty
Don't give no fucks if your ass don't like me
Bitch I'm shooting like my name is Spike Lee
Carry big Glocks we don't do no fighting