[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, Jetson made this one, C4
Yeah, yeah, they say Jetson made this one for C4 (Yeah)
Made this one for C4
Yeah, yeah (iMixNation for real)
4
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I made a milli' off kickin' that back door open (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know that back door broken
If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah
I'm in the 'Cat just coastin'
I told the bitch to go buy her a lil' troll
I'm off the Percs and the dodies
Cold on that bitch, she said I was frozen
N***a, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that's a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it's lights
You know C4 finna flame the mic
You know I fucked her, now she gotta go
It ain't no stayin' the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not pussy
Percocets, pistols, codeine pints

[Verse 1: KountUpWitdaK]
I'm back through that back door, I'm back on the block
I just had to pop me an opp
I told bro we parkin' the car
I'm finna get out with this bitch
I just put a switch on the back of the Glock, yeah
A n***a got hit in his top
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Fuck 12)
But nobody tellin' 'em shit
You n***as be goofy and cuffin' them thots
Yeah, she just had my dick in her mouth
If she trip, then I'm kickin' her out
But you finna go out with this bitch
They know I'm a gangster and n***as'll vouch
Like why would I shoot up a house?
If it's beef, then we walkin' 'em down
He gotta get hit with this bitch
My plug got a boulder, I know he legit
He talkin' 'bout mailin' them bricks
My weed got an odor, it got a lil' stench
I know that you smellin' this shit
My bitch a lil' older, she older than me
I'm not finna play with no kids
I took me some L's just to get to a P
Did all that to get me some M's
This Glock 23 like to jump out the gym
Might beat up an opp, stomp 'em out with the Timbs
That chopper do surgery, it knock off a limb
Get hit with this cutter, it give you a temp
Got so many bitches, they think I'm a pimp
Can't smoke with Big Mal, don't be rollin' a skemp
C4, that's my slime, it get slimy for them
Let you get out of line and we shootin' a film
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I made a milli' off kickin' that back door open (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know that back door broken
If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah
I'm in the 'Cat just coastin'
I told the bitch to go buy her a lil' troll
I'm off the Percs and the dodies
Cold on that bitch, she said I was frozen
N***a, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that's a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it's lights
You know C4 finna flame the mic
You know I fucked her, now she gotta go
It ain't no stayin' the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not pussy
Percocets, pistols, codeine pints

[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, opp it, uh, opp it, uh
Stomp on that boy like an ant
Know I count up with the K
Plus that's my mans
Bitch suck dick no hands
N***a, I'm the dope boy, I ain't no rapper
It's an art to this shit
Ayy, you know Big Folks, I'm a part of this shit, yeah
Ayy, I made the bad bitch swallow this shit
Ayy, went from a nick straight to a brick, brick
Don't look at me like a lick, lick
Bitch, don't use all of that spit, spit
Me and lil' bro split a spliff
Ayy, she steady keep suckin', she tick
I make the labels pay for it, they killed
Extortin' your daddy, extortin' your kid
Ayy, I bought a pint, gotta go for the kill
Know it's the Big Boss Backdoor kicker (Know that)
You ain't gon' find no n***a that's sicker
Fan-ass ho keep tryna take pictures
Ayy, Keed talk to 'em, C4 go get 'em
Yeah, yeah, all my n***as my n***as
We them n***as, so fuck them n***as
Keep tryna tell me to tuck my pistol
He don't like me 'cause I fucked his sister
Bust on her face, paint on that shit like a clown
You know G Money got rounds, Bizzle got rounds
Waitin' on Folks 'nem to get back now
N***a try to play, ridin' with C4, gotta get get-back now
Yeah, n***a try stand up to the big boss, tell that boy sit back down
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I made a milli' off kickin' that back door open (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know that back door broken
If he an opp, know Backdoor smoke him, yeah
I'm in the 'Cat just coastin'
I told the bitch to go buy her a lil' troll
I'm off the Percs and the dodies
Cold on that bitch, she said I was frozen
N***a, you know that Trackhawk stolen, yeah
Ayy, that's a striker, scoop
Put on the chain, it's lights
You know C4 finna flame the mic
You know I fucked her, now she gotta go
It ain't no stayin' the night
Backdoor 4 need pints, not pussy
Percocets, pistols, codeine pints