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backdoor - bigwalkdog lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah
ayy, watch that n*gga right there, man
who is that right there?
ayy, watch that n*gga right there, hey (ayy, get the dope, n*gga, f*ck, deemarc got that heat, ho)
uh, uh, uh, uh (bigwalkdog)
yeah
ayy, watch that n*gga right there, man

[verse 1]
look, might be 2k for me to rap, b*tch, we ain’t shooting no ball
been knew i was the sh*t, they wrote my name in all of the stalls
see, i remember i was broke, i pick it up if i fall (huh)
’cause we were hurting, not just searching, trying to get us a call can’t f*ck around with b*tch n*ggas, you won’t get us involved (nope)
and you ain’t ’bout to tell on me and get my n*ggas took off
’cause i was hurting, jay gon’ shoot a n*gga quick and walk off (boom)
went vv’s, bought a nеcklace, took the albumin foil out
and i won’t sit around and try to wait for sh*t to boil down (uh*uh)
call of duty, gun stupid, gotta up the scorе now
at grandma house, i buy the heater, listening to it pull down
i miss you, baby, i don’t even know which way to go now (on god)
and n*ggas stupid if you think walkdog go ever slow down
stop drinking liquor, pour up wocky, ’bout to pull a four now
a percocet i beat the p*ssy, she can’t go no more rounds (uh, uh, uh, uh)
i feel like jock a n*gga, play up in this b*tch and go down
and free dj up out the pen’, i had a dream he broke out
they acting gangster for some clout, i guess that’s how it go now (huh?)
can’t backdoor me, you play with walkdog, shiest gon’ tear your door down
i’m in the trick, out here with sticks, i’m smoking out the ‘bow now this snakes and rats and just some energy that i can’t go ’round
you know the vibe, say you ain’t know a p*ssy, ho, you know now you play with gang, it’s up for sure and this’ll never go down
this for them n*ggas and them b*tches who be tryna show out (deemarc got that heat, ho)
[chorus]
don’t do no backdoor
why the f*ck you think these hollow tips up in this mag’, ho?
look, nah, you ain’t my b*tch, what makes you think you get bag for?
i hopped up in these streets and they looked back, what you look back for?
no cappin’ in these raps, ho
won’t go, no, can’t get backdoored
why the f*ck you think these hollow tips up in this mag’, ho?
look, nah, you ain’t my b*tch, what makes you think you get bag for?
i hopped up in these streets and they looked back, what you look back for?
no cappin’ in these raps, ho
won’t go, no, can’t get backdoored

[verse 2]
b*tch, nah, i can’t be backdoored
fell in love with money, b*tch, i’m goin’ where them racks go
say, i might be the plug ’cause n*ggas out here tryna tax folks
pull up in the dooley, make one circle, then you see black smoke
i’m the sh*t, go and ask, ho
cuzzo had three ‘bows and four poles inside a black tote
when i’m off the meds, she know for sure she getting up back, bro (on god)
got pat the gat two times up on it, b*tch, that ho too fat, though
got my license to tag, go to the floor like the dash, bro
say, i might be the reason all these n*ggas getting mad, though (huh?)
’cause i can’t give no f*cks about a n*gga, where the bag go?
if i flash out right now, i’m goin’ out like it’s my last roll
put a switch on the last pole (brrt), burnt the barrel in half on ’em
say, i can teach you somethin’ ’bout the streets, i need a lab coat (huh?)
say he ain’t here to bang it, hit his head, he saw the flash, though
and i can get you touched, won’t be for nothin’, i bet a bag on it
i’m the first and the last, so won’t beef unless it’s cash on it (deemarc got that heat, ho)
[outro]
won’t beef unless it’s cash on it
won’t beef unless it’s cash on it
won’t beef unless it’s cash on it
don’t do no backdoor
why the f*ck you think these hollow tips up in this mag’, ho?
look, nah, you ain’t my b*tch, what makes you think you get bag for?
and they looked back, what you look back for?
no cappin’ in these raps, ho
won’t go, no, can’t get backdoored
why the f*ck you think these hollow tips up in this mag’, ho?
nah, you ain’t my b*tch, what makes you think you get bag?
i hopped up in these streets and they looked back, what you look back for?
no cappin’ in these raps, ho
won’t go, no, can’t get backdoored

- bigwalkdog lyrics

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