Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
(Turn me up, Josh)
[Verse 2]
Them **** act like they don't need us
They do everything we doin', 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 shit was goin' on
I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on
And we don't hang with different ****, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat a case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the Styrofoam
I had to teach the grown **** right from wrong
Why they state had told the jury they tryna indict us all
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all
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 was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thing
I hate the **** who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who would change a **** roster
I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner
You ain't did shit to the same **** who shot you
'Fore you leave that door, you gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Shuttin' down the stores, we do that with these commas
Had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppas
[Verse 3]
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
[Verse 4]
That's a bet
I'm The Voice, that mean Dede, he the threat
Don't get stretched '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
Feel like I'm drownin' got this water 'round my neck
Cocky **** throwin' ashes on Pateks
Went to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat
(Yeah)
They be callin' me, "You hangin' with a dangerous"
I'm just slidin' to out west just for Uncle Remus
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 Nehpets
Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces
[Verse 5]
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homies
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homies
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony
Written by: Durk D. Banks, Malik Warren Bynoe-Fisher, Lachlan Gentle, Braylen Rembert, Joshua Samuel