Backdoor Who (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: Choppa EBK & José José]
(Cuando vayas conmigo)
(Ve apoyada en mi hombro)
Like, Choppa the top one, n*gga
Like, suck my di*k, everything dead, everything K
They know my body, n*gga

[Chorus: Choppa EBK]
Can't come to the Hill, n*ggas lied (Killa Kam killed that sh*t)
n*ggas know what I do on that side (What I do on that side)
I'ma tweak, n*ggas not on my time (n*ggas not on my time)
Either my mans, or my fan, pick a side
Don't think with your di*k, and get lined (And get lined)
Backdoor who? n*gga, I'm slime
Think it's sweet? Come outside (Come outside)
Dude was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (He gotta die)
Free Goon, they know how I keep one when I run into Lo (Lil' Dudey)
Who not Os? n*ggas know, got booked with the chops, still tryna tote (I’m still tryna tote)
I'm like the reaper, I'll take his soul (I’ll take his soul)
I'm tryna creep up, let it go

[Verse 1: Choppa EBK]
Wanna act like I'm not in the streets? (I’m not in the streets?)
Oh, it's beef? Let's meet
Like, Dee, I'm playin' for keeps (Like, what?)
And Roscoe, I know where you sleep (I know where you lay)
I had Hill b*tches on they knees (On they knees)
Wanna act like I'm not OD? (Like I’m not OD?)
I'd get them shot, lowkey (Like, I gotta aim)
Up close, go deep (Like, n*gga, I’m tough)
Think I'm pus*y? They don't know me (they don’t know me)
And I'm 'boutta tweak, I'm really savage
Dudeylo on di*k, tryna move like a bad kid (That lil’ n*gga pus*y)
Like I don't keep knocks in this Mackage (Like, I got a coat)
Like, none of this sh*t is for fashion
Dee really pus*y, he the fastest
I bet he run when I hop out and flash it (Hop out and flash it)
I don't do none of this sh*t for the captions (I don’t do this for the captions, n*gga)
[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
I ain't doin' this sh*t for the 'Gram
n*gga be all on my di*k like a fan
Screamin' out, "Die Y, die Gz, 800K"
I'm still smokin' on Rah and his mans
We gon' pop out 150 deep (Like)
Who reversin' the V?
We gon' light that sh*t up with some heat
I done had many opps pick up they feet, like
And I don't need a C'OD
Bet I'll get on yo' ass with my doley, like
Don't get shot tryna troll me
b*tch, I'm really the O, n*ggas know me
Let him play, he get done up
He ain't smart but he couldn't be dumber
Let's just spin his sh*t and he'll stutter
Brr-rt-t, brrt like a drummer

[Chorus: Choppa EBK]
Can't come to the Hill, n*ggas lied (Killa Kam killed that sh*t)
n*ggas know what I do on that side (What I do on that side)
I'ma tweak, them n*ggas not on my time (n*ggas not on my time)
Either my mans or my fan, pick a side
Don't think with your di*k and get lined (And get lined)
Backdoor who? n*gga, I'm slime
Think it's sweet? Come outside (Come outside)
Dude was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (He gotta die)
Free Goon, they know how I keep one when I run into Lo (Lil' Dudey)
Who not Os? n*ggas know, got booked with the chops, still tryna tote (I’m still tryna tote)
I'm like the reaper, I'll take his soul (I’ll take his soul)
I'm tryna creep up, let it go