Backdoor

Malik on the beat
Ayo Bleu
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa , oh, oh
Them niggas act like they dont need us
They do everything we do, they wanna be us
Foenem takin ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow her back instead of re-up
You werent on that block when that shit was goin on
I wasnt worryin bout the other side when that shit was goin on
And we dont hang with different niggas, dont ask us what we on
The only time well beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, 'They tryna indict us all'
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm
I had a bad bitch off the Gram, she let her titties hang
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin stickers on our drums, thats a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster
Im from the part of the city, watch your partner
You aint did shit to same nigga who shot ya
Fore you hit that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Cant nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma
Shuttin down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my lowest, Im ridin round with choppers
Close thatbackdoor
Cant get shaked at by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor cause I know
Cause I know that this phony (no, no, no , no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, cant get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor cause I know this lil phony
Thats a bet
Im the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
Dont get stressed, cause foenem tweakin off the X
I know what happened to your homie, dont be next
He got that get back, for his block, I tilt my hat
I feel like Im drownin, got this water round my neck
Cocky nigga throwin ashes on Pateks
Went to the trench store, the treys on the mat (yeah)
They be callin me, you hangin with dangerous
Im just slidin til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond
All my siblings kids know your uncle famous
I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nephets
Did it off the love, but I gave em faces
Close that backdoor, cant get shaked at by my homie
Close that backdoor cause I know that this phony
Close that backdoor, cant get snaked by my homie
Close that backdoor cause I know this love phony
Close that backdoor, cant get shaked at by my homie
Close that backdoor cause I know that its phony