Amoxicillin - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Let's go

[Chorus]

Adderall 30, amoxicillin

I'm a walk-down shooter from 'round the building

Feet still don't hurt, stomp around the city

Tryna hang onto the boat, then you drown with it

I ain't have a car, so I Crown Vic' it

I spilt a four, got my hand sticky

4 paint a picture on the canvases

Gold-diggin' bitch, know you scandalous

[Verse]

If you want smoke, I'm the cancer stick

Dropped off an O, he can't handle brick

I can't stop gettin' this paper, then my hands'll itch

All this paper, it'll make sure your mans'll switch

Damn, who you kick a door with when y'all was kids?

I told him not to go back, the blame is his

And a snake don't change, he just change his skin

I was in the snakepit like the family den

Nigga play for keeps and we playin' to win

Money change itself, he can't change a bin

Thought I couldn't get rich 'cause the color of my skin

Mr. Backdoor C4, he done done it again

Ridin' 'round in cars that don't need no keys

Just last week, went on three high speeds

And you might got those, but you ain't got these

Mr. Big Backdoor, capitalize all the B's

I was in the capitol

I ain't tryna cap with you, the CEO is capital

You ain't never had no weed, I couldn't trap with you

Car don't got no speed, I'm too fast for you

Uh, look at C4, that nigga passin' you

I was with the robbers and the dopeboys jackin', fool

I can't stop nan' one of them from jackin' you

I eat with everybody, 'member we ain't have the food

Uh, Gucci Mane what I was trappin' to

Fuck niggas do fuck shit, I ain't dappin' you

Pulled up two or three sticks, we was after you

Know the Trademark come first, who was after you?

Young nigga still posted on the avenue

Tell me what you'd rather do, I was servin' rabbit food

I was born to win, I knew one these niggas had to lose

Had my own Glock 'cause we wasn't into passin' tools

Bitch hypnotized by this AP

She keep on tryin' to escape me

Hang his head where the fire escape be

If I ever save a bitch, Lord'll take me

Snitch niggas talk to the jakies

I was sick like a dog with the rabies

And my bitch got them flaws, but she hate me

I was deep in her jaw, so she ate me

Big Backdoor bake the cake at the bakery

None of these Glocks came with a safety

Love the way that I am, wanna date me

I stick my dick in a bitch, she get crazy

This bitch stuck in the mix and it's crazy

I was sittin' in the car with the Drakey

And I came way too far, let you play me

I play that stick like guitar 'til it's hazy

Washington Road, I'm the JAY-Z

This a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep

When you swim with the sharks, then it get deep

And you get Purple Hearts if you beat the street

Been avoidin' the cameras, we been discreet

Free my boy out the slammer, he miss the street

I was rockin' this ice like I'm Mr. T, ayy

Baby boy say he love me, he kiss my cheek

And they won't play your music, that shit is weak

And these drugs, I abuse it, the perfect team

And the bitch had seen me in the perfect dream

In the back of the back, know the curtains clean

Think she doin' somethin', she just had surgery

Know I'm clean, want me back to the dirty me

Wanna go back to that and it's hurtin' me

Watch these niggas get burned in the third degree

Makin' sure they have one happy Halloween

I'm not leavin' the Percs, they keep callin' me

Said they love me, they givin' they all to me

Mr. Backdoor (Backdoor, yeah)

(Mr. Backdoor)