Monster

Yeah

Monsters, monsters
Monsters, 1080 monsters
Couple monsters just like bombsters
The feds mobbed us, only in the squad trust
Them cars, don't park it, nigga, where that spark at?
They told lil' bro he gangster 'cause he fought back
I was masked up with killers, we in all black
They ain't get the job, lil' bitch, 1080 get no callback
Laughter, menace, Trackhawk tinted, yeah
Back block spinning, find the opp and kill it
Nigga, amoxicillin, nigga, don't bomb the building
That's what they telling Big Backdoor, I used to start with dealing
Then the truckload had came, that changed my way of thinking
Nigga up AK, you blinking
Big Boss in this room, he shrinking
Nigga, ain't no time for thinking
Listen, hear my jewelry clinkin'?
Bitch, I don't know why the fuck you speaking
Work all week, it's up this weekend
We just blacked out on his fucking doorstep
Mad 'cause his ho left, must ain't got no dough left
Yeah, Big ol' Backdoor the kicker, ain't no doors left
I been telling niggas not to dive, if they dove, say less
Fifty of those compressed, bitch, you can go and undress
Big Backdoor in the flesh, not that nigga that cheat your test
Nigga, I don't wear no vest, .223s come for his neck
Rookie up against a vet, 22 against a TEC
Uh, paying all my lil' bitch bills, when they hear C4, they get chills
Nigga just backdoored, went uphill, ain't coming down no time soon
Popped two Perc-15 pills, working at this shit here for years
Now, fuck nigga, I'm finally here, I'ma bring my niggas in
Yeah, inside my cup, this is Wockhardt, this not no beer or gin
This lil' bitch stuck, she can't go far, she gon' spin 'round again
At first she was a seven, with Backdoor, she is a ten
My lil' bitch a scammer, calling my phone tryna buy a BIN
.223s and .556s, 7.62s and skin
I try not to hit no houses, I'm tryna hit your man
Where your boss? It's too many workers, I ain't gon' say it again
Cremate him, then let his ashes blow with all the wind
Told God I often sin, yeah, but I'm gon' get it right
You see that Trackhawk at night, nigga see red beams and green lights
Bitches wanna fuck, I'm pipe, bitches let me fuck first night
My brother say I'm untouchable whenever I'm on this mic
Lil' nigga gon' up and clutch and blow, this shit ain't looking right
Amiri jeans, they looking tight, you can see my Glock out when I fight
Below the belt, bit off his ear, you call him Mike
Oh, his machete swinging, hockey mask, you call him Mike
Wait 'til you get that shot, wait 'til they all in sight
I'm just everything he not, that's why it's hard to dislike
Poured a deuce of Wockhardt, but I called this light
Free the bros behind bars, they call, send kites