[Intro]
(FourtyEight hours a day)
Ayy, say they want that old Four, for what though? (Drvmlord)
That's a crazy low down dirty cut throat

[Verse]
Uh, gun smoke mixed up with blunt smoke (Yeah)
Scarface had to go, Alejandro (Yeah)
Scarred face, tats on his throat, that's just how you know
Bullets hit me, but I stand ten toes, that's just how it go
N***a, load the 50, keep the score and pay attention to the road
Soon as he come out his front door, let off that mother load
N***as saying somethin' to Big Backdoor, he must be fuckin' bold
This n***a said he wasn't gon' kick that door and then he fuckin' told
You in the comments, you think I'm gettin' trolled
Ayy, watch out for patrol, winked at baby bro, he scored
I put the plays together, call me Big Backdoor the coach
She got a Birkin pursе, I upgrade that ho from Coach
She on a private jеt, I upgrade that ho from coach
They study, wanna be Backdoor C4, they takin' notes
You ugly, just start gettin' hoes, never fucked her before
Mr. Four, I up and blow
Switch my zip and area code
Yeah, crocodile among the sheep, I creep, I keep it low (Yeah)
Some of these nights I can't even sleep, I swear, I miss my bro
I was just dancin' with the devil I stepped on his toes
And then cancer killed my cousin, grab the shovel, dig a hole
Grab your coat, it's gettin' cold, you gon' freeze, n***a?
Bitch, I probably came with you, but I ain't gon' leave with you Never leave my brothers 1087, Slime Shady, n***a
Keep a Glock in reach n***a, that's a Georgia peach, n***a
Uh, uh, I backdoored these big houses, I don't sneak in 'em
Tom Ford shirts just to go grim reap in 'em
Uh, this is Mike Amiri, not no cheap denim
Bitch, I don't want no steak, give me chicken tenders and give lil' Four chicken tenders
Bitch, we grew up chicken dinners
Run shit like Mr. Skinner
Can't wait to Mr. Burns a n***a
Yeah, all you gotta do is be patient, wait your turn, n***a (Keep workin')
Go out, kill what you eat
Rule number one, don't ever let these n***as play you weak
Rule number two, bitch better listen way more than you speak
Rule number three, can't trust a bitch, that pussy make you weak
Rule number five, try and stay alive and make it out the street
I forgot rule number four, don't ever fuck with me
Ayy, you must think I ain't have my pole, I tucked it in my jeans
Rubber gloves and Sketchers on a mission, bet I make it clean
Spark plug, bust a window, then get in it (Go up the street)
Ever seen a bullet tear through flesh or through a piece of meat?
Ayy, that's my way to wish you happy Halloween