Lock that back door don’t let ‘em in it’s that’s yo **** den check yo twin, it’s me an Brodie on the block with posted serves we get it in hand held switches on these bitches talk bout smoke it’s in the wind my **** done lost his mind he talk to voices he’ll kill his kin let dat **** think I’m sweet I’ll drop this tint he’ll think again bath in the blood of Jesus Christ for some odd reason I sin again all these **** is mud brothers explain you’re trims when you say a friend know my brother got walking scales come grab a first or get a fin stollo surfing w some crash outs boii bitch you know we coming in 4eva locked in w Monty miggy an millz we damn near blooded in feel psychotic with no emotions baby my heart been made tin Lock that back door don’t let ‘em in it’s that’s yo **** den check yo twin it’s me an Brodie on the block with posted serves we get it in hand held switches on these bitches talk bout smoke it’s in the wind my **** done lost his mind he talk to voices he’ll kill his kin