Yeah
Backdoor, Section 8, ayy, Backdoor, Section 8
(Stribb on the beat)
Backdoor, Section 8
Yeah, it’s burglar bars in the bricks, ‘stensions on them guns
We got ARs with the t#ts, uh, just filled a honey bun
We got the squad in this b#tch, ayy, ayy, ayy, p#ss# n#gg# might run
Ayy, I just glisten sh#t for fun, and I’m stuffin’ my pockets big as Pun
We some Section 8ers, ayy, I was still chasin’ this paper
My Draco scare the neighbors, two hundred pounds, different flavors
n#gg#s end up bein’ traitors
I put that money underground, tryna find it, diggin’ craters
When she came over, I put her out, blamed it on Mother Nature
Proceed with cautious, I’m dangerous (I’m dangerous)
I call shots like the Rangers (Yeah)
Spendin’ guap, that’s my language (Hello?)
Amiri trousers, these no Wranglers (No Wranglers)
Carti’ bracelets, these no bangles (Aight)
The way I pop it, need to stop it
I set the trend, I bet they copy
If I want you, I pay the fee
Big old gun, it shake and screech
We at your door, bro backin’ me
I get you smashed for bags of weed (Gas)
No OVO, the Drac’ with me (I’m strapped)
We don’t sleep, [?]
Yeah, I’m not surprised he kept it real, that’s just how he supposed to be
Keep my friends close, but keep my oppers close to me
Iced out the rosary, I go Amiri clothing me
Backdoor the boss, no folding me
It’s bricks in there, I hold the key
His b#tch with me, I show her exactly what she supposed to see
Ayy, ayy, it’s Wock’ in here, it’s dark as f#ck, that’s how it’s supposed to be
Uh, I’m geeked as f#ck like carts in here
All these cars like it’s an auction here
And if they payin’ me, I’m payin’ there
Ain’t scared to bring that K in here
I got his b#tch, she playin’ hooky
I hop out fresh as hell, they lookin’
I broke the scale from distribution
A project b#tch, I like ’em bougie
Losin’ extra spent on cars
These guns I carry, they need bras
Codeine sippin’, ’bout to nod
Drugs in walls, I’m still involved
Retaining lawyer, see no charges
They go big, we been the largest
In public, seen with nothin’ but robbers
Candles burnt, don’t see no problems
On his crew, I’m droppin’ [?]
I slide alone, boy, I’m the boldest
Let’s collide, my gun is on me
I put sh#t up on my oldest
It’s Kel-Tec when I unfold it
Backdoor back and I’m reloaded
I was in the trap when I exploded
Uh, find a beat and Backdoor rode it
Naw, b#tch, you too red rum, she wrote it
Can’t fit this gun, racks overloaded
Told not to tell, that n#gg# told it
I’ma f#ck ’round, tag his toe then
Silence golden
f#ck n#gg#, don’t talk, we know it
Bring out the white chalk, I blow it
Super Oxycontin coated
Uh, just dropped a four of Wock’ and poured it
b#tch say I’m somethin’ like a poet
I been out on these blocks from night to early morning
Ayy, I call the play, Big Backdoor zone ’em, yeah, 4
I wasn’t scared to kick no door
Ayy, I sip red, it’s blood we pour
Red in Quagen, call it Kobe
Throw back Addies just to focus
She suck this dick while I’m recordin’
Go and get a car, put that on Forgis
My latest whip just got imported
‘Fore Ghazi found me, I was chartin’
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