Choppa EBK - Backdoor Who (feat. B-Lovee) lyrics

(Cuando vayas conmigo)
(Ve apoyada en mi hombro)
Like, Choppa the top one, nigga
Like, suck my dick, everything dead
Everything K they know my body, nigga

Can't come to the Hill, niggas lied
(Killa Kam killed that shit)
Niggas know what I do on that side
(What I do on that side)
I'ma tweak, them niggas not on my time
(Niggas not on my time)
Either my mans or my fan, pick a side

Don't think with your dick and get lined
(And get lined)
Backdoor who? Nigga, 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? Niggas 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

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 bitches 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, nigga, I’m tough)

Think I'm pussy? They don't know me
(they don’t know me)
And I'm 'boutta tweak, I'm really savage
Dudeylo on dick, tryna move like a bad kid
(That lil’ nigga pussy)
Like I don't keep knocks in this Mackage
(Like, I got a coat)

Like, none of this shit is for fashion
Dee really pussy, 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 shit for the captions
(I don’t do this for the captions, nigga)

I ain't doin' this shit for the 'Gram
Nigga be all on my dick 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 shit up with some heat
I done had many opps pick up they feet, like

And I don't need a codeine
Bet I'll get on yo' ass with my doley, like
Don't get shot tryna troll me
Bitch, I'm really the O, niggas know me

Let him play, he get done up
He ain't smart but he couldn't be dumber
Let's just spin his shit and he'll stutter
Brr-rt-t, brrt like a drummer

Can't come to the Hill, niggas lied
(Killa Kam killed that shit)
Niggas know what I do on that side
(What I do on that side)
I'ma tweak, them niggas not on my time
(Niggas not on my time)
Either my mans or my fan, pick a side

Don't think with your dick and get lined
(And get lined)
Backdoor who? Nigga, 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? Niggas 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