Back Door (feat. Quavo & Kodak Black)

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target

I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing

Hit that **** up get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target

Stay down on the Nawf (Stay down)

Too much more, don't know what it's 'bout

We was the first ones out the hood

We brought that shit back to the house, it look good

Inside the mud inside the rain, no more pain

I had the hundred round drawn, just for shit that look strange

I had to kick through some doors, just to ice out the chain

We had to fuck a few hoes, since they claiming they gang

Jumped off to pull some chains, doubled back and they came

Huncho hustle mentality, just like Kobe with rings (Mamba)

I don't wanna mention names, but some can't even hang

One thing I learned, this game, it's gon' show if you lame

Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah we turning the page

I don't know, but it feel like we go back in the day

I put food on the table, **** won't touch my plate

Momma let me go outside but I ain't out here tryna play

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target

I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing

Hit that **** up, get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target

I might be goin' numb, I ain't show love, then it died within

My mind on so much drugs I think my sliders tryna slide on me

I bet none these rappers got more war stories, than the He do

Every night I pray that my lil soldiers keep it Zeeko

I just wanna make a lot of money for my people

I just caught a case, but I thank God, it ain't a RICO

Can't stay out the hood, I'm like a magnet to the projects

Every time I do good, Lord, all the bad shit be followin'

I don't know who be hatin', 'cause they still shakin' hands

I don't know who be fakin', 'cause they still shakin' hands

I know everybody smiling in my face, ain't really my friends

I know **** be hollerin' like they gang, but really gon' bend

Bussin' at the opps, and I'm duckin' from the cops

'Cause I'm still clutching glocks, momma

I'm bussin' at the opps, 'cause everytime I try to stop, they be playing with my top, momma

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target

I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing

Hit that **** up, get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah