Backdoe

[Chorus: YBN Lil Bro]
I never told on no nigga, nope, who am I'm gon' tell on?
Brodie just like me, he bend it all on the ten-four
Fuck a bitch to sleep, and then I'm sneakin' out the backdoor
Never goin' back broke, I find a street for me to trap on
'Bows for the cheap, my nigga put me back in trap mode
Fly out to a new city, you ever flew a private jet?
Hellcat, this bitch a striker, though, can't even see through the tint
You tried that shit, I was a lil' nigga, come try that shit again

[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
The hood ain't even the hood no more, I'm sheddin' blood tears
You be pluggin' with them niggas, whole time, it's fuck them
Only took her number down 'cause that bitch snuck my gun in for me
The money, used to go get it, now it just come to me
Just last summer I was in cookups every other day
Still gettin' money, niggas ain't got a dollar to they name
Long live my nigga JJ, I've been tweakin' all day
Give the police a fake name, like get the fuck up out my face, bitch
Lenwood crazy, I fuck with doonem, my lil' nigga
Don't tell 'em what my name is, YBN, keep it pimpin'
You ain't even my type of bitch, ho, go fuck another nigga
I got all this motion, this shit come from tunnel vision

[Chorus: YBN Lil Bro]
I never told on no nigga, nope, who am I'm gon' tell on?
Brodie just like me, he bend it all on the ten-four
Fuck a bitch to sleep, and then I'm sneakin' out the backdoor
Never goin' back broke, I find a street for me to trap on
'Bows for the cheap, my nigga put me back in trap mode
Fly out to a new city, you ever flew a private jet?
Hellcat, this bitch a striker, though, can't even see through the tint
You tried that shit, I was a lil' nigga, come try that shit again

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
I clapped some niggas before, and I'll do that shit again
Long live my twin, hit 'em with five, hit 'em with ten
Put the [?] on the white, spread that vinegar, now it's tan
The way that blood work the jack, you would think he takin' out rims
Way he bounce up out at this whip, leave that nigga where he at
I know these hoes, they don't love me, they just love I'm catchin' hats
Fuck risky road, he tried to slide, and you know that shit wasn't level
Since we speakin' about Slide, why the fuck y'all fakin' his death?
Both they ass got head tapped, known for givin' permanent naps
Ain't doin' no fuckin' battle raps, get in that car and blow your strap
Since [?] died, lot of niggas done forgot they gotta get back
Smokin' on ****, his ass a pack, they still don't know we did that, go

[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
They still don't know we did that, go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother