Backstabber Season lyrics

[Intro]
(Malik got that fire)
(Ayo Bleu)
Nas fake as f*ck, yeah
YB Nemy
Backstabber season, b*tch
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
All these n*ggas switchin' sides, they ain't my homie
Say he slime but that lil’ b*tch be too phony
We caught him lackin’, turned his 'fit into a trophy
He was tweakin' off that X, got cooked slowly
Ridin’ with a stick, it got a switch, that bh go “brrr”
If I see his momma cryin', I won’t feel a blur
Got a opp ho suckin' dk in the back of a 'Burb
She asked what I do for money — b*tch, I serve
He ain't never seen no chopper, just a TikTok
We turn rappers into dancers, make 'em Crip walk
I was down bad, sleepin’ by them p*ss spots
Now I’m countin’ bands, sh*ttin’ on they big dogs
This for 4th & Rondo Lane, b*tch, we steppin'
They ain't slide for they lil’ bro, stop the flexin'
I done been through hell with a stick and a weapon
f*ck a record deal, I need 80 for a session
[Chorus]
Close that backdoor, nas plottin', they be snaky (Yeah)
He said he love me, but that look be lookin’ shaky (Nah)
Close that backdoor, nas foldin' like they pastry (Woo)
b*tch, I got this .40 on me, tell that ho to play me (Boom, boom)
Close that backdoor, ain’t no love in this jungle
You smile in my face, then you die when I rumble
Close that backdoor, I ain’t dyin' for no fumble
My heart full of pain, now I’m movin' like a monster

[Verse 2]
Ayy, caught him creepin' in my DMs — that’s a hoe move
Tried to backdoor me? Now your whole crew on the nose too
Runnin' with them demons, we don’t dance, we just roll through
Body bag zipped up — yeah, that’s how I told you
Fake handshakes, fake dap ups, fake love
I’d rather hang with the wolves, n*gga, what’s up
Heard you speakin’ on my name, now your jaw shut
f*ck your big bro, he a rat, that boy washed up
Lil' b*tch, I’m a menace with a attitude
I just made her eat the di*k, that’s her gratitude
I don't got no opps, I got targets
I been slidin’ since 10, b*tch, I’m heartless
Ask around the block, I don’t run from no karma
I just load up the Glock, send a shot to your momma
This that drill sh*t, bang on your set
Ain’t no loyalty left, just a vest and a tech
[Chorus]
Close that backdoor, n*ggas plottin', they be snaky (Close that)
He said he love me, but that look be lookin’ shaky (That sh*t fake)
Close that backdoor, n*ggas foldin' like they pastry (Yeah)
b*tch, I got this .40 on me, tell that ho to play me (Boom, boom)
Close that backdoor, ain’t no love in this jungle
You smile in my face, then you die when I rumble
Close that backdoor, I ain’t dyin' for no fumble
My heart full of pain, now I’m movin' like a monster

[Outro]
(Malik got that fire, you know that sh*t hit)
Real savage sh*t
YB Nemy
Fuxk the other side
We ain't openin' no doors no more, b*tch
Keep that b*tch locked — click, clack!
April 18th
Backstabber season