Yeah
The front door locked, I use the back door
You say you love me but you capped though
And you was supposed to be my backbone
I kept it real and that's a fact, bro
Oh, girl, stop hitting up my trap phone
Oh, young bull, why you actin' sad for
Oh, I'm just tryna get this bag, bro Oh, young bull used to be young, he gettin' mad, grown
I remember when lil shorty played me I was only 15, these shorties are fiends
I don't play with blickies or any two-two-threes
If shit get sticky like what you gon' do, yeah
If you ain't got money, don't complain, it's on you
Lil bro keep on tryna bother me like what you want dude
I'm just tryna make life better for my family and my crew
I seen all my niggas dying and I still don't have a clue
I said, baby, I'm just come around
I know you wanna see me but you can't, I'm goin' out of town
Brodie keep a hunnid rounds, yeah My family wanna see me win, but y'all just wanna see me frown
My youngin' lookin' up to me and I can't let him down
And baby, you know I'll do anything to see you smile
One day we gon make it I'ma see you in the crowd
I'll be with you through your ups and downs
The front door locked, I use the back door
You say you love me but you capped though
And you was supposed to be my backbone
I kept it real and that's a fact, bro
Oh, girl, stop hitting up my trap phone
Oh, young bull, why you actin' sad for
Oh, I'm just tryna get this bag, bro Oh, young bull used to be young, he gettin' mad, grown