(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Aura)
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them ni**as act like they don't need us
They do everything we do, they wanna be us
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You wasn’t on that block when that sh*t was goin' on
I wasn't worried about the other side when that sh*t was goin' on
And we don't hang with different ni**as, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil' Mo' name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown ni**as, 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 b*tch off the 'gram, she let her titties hang
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the ni**as who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who would change a ni**a roster
I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner
You ain't did sh*t to same ni**a who shot ya
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more who*es, I got that from my momma
Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
That's a bet
I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
Don't get stressed, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X
I know what happened to your homie, don't be next
He got that get back for his block, I tilt my hat
I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck
co*ky ni**a throwin' ashes on Pateks
Went to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat (Yeah)
They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerous
I'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond
All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous
I know this sh*t sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nephets
Did it off the love, I gave ‘em faces
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t's phony (No, no, no, no, no)