Back Door Who 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 (n*gga, word to my dead)
n*ggas know what I do on that side (What I do to 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)
Dee 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 totе)
I'm like the reapеr, I'll take your 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 Odee? (Like I’m not Odee?)
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 (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 (Smokin' on Rah and his-)
We gon' pop out 150 deep (Like)
Who reversin' the V? (Who reversin' tha-)
We gon' light that sh*t up with some heat (We gon' light it)
I done had many opps pick up they feet, like (Like)
And I don't need a co-d (Don't need a co-d)
Bet I'll get on your ass with my doley, like (My doley, like)
Don't get shot tryna troll me (Tryna what?)
b*tch, I'm really the O, n*ggas know me (n*ggas know me, like)
Let him play, he get done up (He get done up)
He ain't smart but he couldn't be dumber (Be dumber)
Let's just spin his sh*t and it stutter (Stutter)
Brr-rt-t, brrt, like a drummer
Like, brr-rt-t, brrt, then he die (Die)
Throw up a switch on a Glock, make them hide
Like, I would've chase him and sh*t, but I'm high
Turn on the beam, lean f*ck with my eyes (My eyes)
Like, don't come to my side with that nonsense (That nonsense)
In the cut, on point, tryna harm sh*t (Tryna harm sh*t)
Get to spinnin', that sh*t ‘til I'm nauseous (I'm blowin' it, like)
This sh*t stutter for long when it’s barkin', like
[Verse 3: Sha EK]
OGz, the f*ck up
Made it back to the block with like six
How the f*ck I threw shots and I miss?
I coulda caught a petey on his b*tch
If he jackin' OY, word to bro, I'ma blitz
Like AJ, n*ggas done told me you switched
I'ma go post up on 155th
Smokin' on Caine, he a spliff
Droppin' they gang, 'cause it's lit
I let it bang with the 'Rips
2016, we did drills on the 5th
But I can not talk 'bout them trips
I'm a demon, my knock on my hip
Do a drill then I changin' my fit
After that, I'm right back on the strip
Big die Y, stop jackin' my sh*t
Why-why the f*ck they keep droppin' my O?
Catch lil' DD, and I'm lettin' it go
Like-like watch I do with my pole
They just saw Rah Gz dead on that phone
I would had to get back
Word on my dead, this sh*t deeper than rap
Dummy got poked, they left him flat
Lilah' got shot, can't get her back
[Chorus: Choppa EBK]
Can't come to the Hill? n*ggas lied (Yo, word to my dead)
n*ggas know what I do on that side (What I do to 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
Dee 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 (Like, I let it blink)