Back Door Open - Tripstar ft. Babyface Ray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah

Up and down that highway, tell me what you payin' for it, yeah
Trap out of two spots on one street, fuck the landlord, yeah (The landlord)
Ride 'round with a switch and a Drac', I'm so paranoid, yeah (I'm so paranoid)
Keep the backdoor open, just left my plug in Minnesota, yeah (Woah)
I'm whippin' up shh, pour Wockhardt in my cream soda, yeah (Mud)
I catch a one-way to get my bags, I don't do no layover, yeah (Uh)
Flew a bitch in from Toronto, told her she can't lay over, yeah (Nah, nah)
Told Diego send my lo' (Brrt), my people waitin' on me (Uh, uh)
When I took the L, had me thinkin' people preyin' on me (Damn)
Mama said, "Fuck all that shit, go get your money, kid" (Fuck all that shit)
When I found that plug in LA, felt like it was heaven-sent (Heaven-sent)
Won't pick up my phone if the play ain't makin' sense (Uh)

I spilled like half the pop and poured a four, it taste like medicine (Dirty)
She wanna bring her bestie, cut her off and chose a better friend (On everything)
As soon as we run through 'em, burn the wrappers, fuck the evidence (Burn that shit)
I should be motivation, rich from rap, I'm used to sellin' shit
I'm twistin' 'za and Gumbo, lil' buddy with me cutthroat
I'm bored, I ain't humble, this shit I'm doin' is gettin' old
I can tell you 'bout the money, 'bout the cars, 'bout the ice
And the good, bad, and ugly I done seen in my life (I done seen in my life)
Bust a quick left, the seat squeeze me from the right (Cap)
Thousand-dollar cups of codeine on the ice (Real)
I need that money like it's air 'cause I can't breathe when it ain't right (Breathe when it ain't right)
I miss my plug more than her, I never seen a better price (Never seen a)

Yeah, this batch was so good, I can't even lie, I bought it twice, yeah (Shh)
When it came in tan, bought the right cut, I turned it white, yeah (Brr)
Ain't nothin' come overnight (Nah), I sent the packs overnight (Yeah)
I had to go sell it twice (Yeah, yeah), quick to re-up, I be spry (Woah)
I stack it up as I go, my plug said this shit on the floor (Yeah)
I guess I'm a stepper, I keep steppin' on my dope

I guess I'm a genie, ask me, never tell her no (Naw)
My lil' partners, they get hyphy, tell 'em when to go
We got money, all I see is singles fallin' to the floor (Singles fallin' to the floor)
Hoes outchea dirty just to tell the 'Gram about your highs and lows (For real)
Bougie-ass nigga, we don't rock designer coats (Mob)
CC everything, we done bossed up off the coke (CC everything)

(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)