Back Door

{Intro}
(Lil Durk)
(Draw Lil Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)
{Verse 1}
Spin through the back like close that door
Like they not there when it's time for the drill, what
None of y'all niggas is real
Everything shot give a fuck how you feel
If I miss, I'm sending out more
Brownskin baddie her booty is soft, what
Pass me the duecy I up it in public won't stop till he dead on the floor
I got shots for that boy if he run
Gun jam up he get beat with the gun
Like don't regret all the shit that I did
He tryna diss he got put in a blunt
Like smokin' Dotty that boy is a kid
Mix it with Grabba that shit got a kick
Fuck a flex niggas never on shit
Boutta die i'mma die for my bitch
Grah, like what i'mma slide for my bitch
Spin through throw 5 for my bitch
My bitch a ooter don't hide from my bitch, what
Like she can't get enough from me
Nut on her face now she look like a cow
She a thot, breaking it down
You not my bitch I'm just tryna get hound
Too tact, ain't even peep me
Gun jam up he get beat with the gleeshy
All black, ain't even see me
Gun jam up get glah glah
Like what. she a thot off the vodka
Bend through like dump that knocka
Like okay, beam on his back
Dotty got smoked he got put in a pack
Everything shot I'm not tryna be Ali
He get hit if he try to move wocky, what
Show no remorse when I bend through they strip
Big knock, start punching like Rocky
Track target the sight can't stop me
It's just me and my G23, what
Nobody not flocking for me
Pole in the V cannot stop for the D'z
(Lil Durk)
Draw Lil Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm
[Verse 2]
Like what put the mud in the Fanta
She a thot she on top with her hands up
Spin through blitz through the [?]
Bitch I'm on court niggas know not to bench me
Like what she a thot off the Hennessy
Niggas see me they switch up they energy
I do the most every trait they remember me
Run down put the beam on his (Shh)
No remorse when I bend through they strip
Thotties get shot don't get flocked with your bitch
She a thot she on top of my dick
He tryna box caught a shot to the [?], what
Said I know a nigga that act like he tough but he fled
And these niggas not smoking my dead
Man got shot he was yelling my head
(Lil Durk)
Draw Lil Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)