Backdoor (Apple Music Live)

[Verse 1] Them niggas act like they don't need us They do everything we doing, they wanna be us (Yeah) Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up You wasn't on that block when that shit was goin' on I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on (Yeah) And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones I used to 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 'em all, hmm I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang (Okay) She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up I be with them killers who would change a nigga roster I'm from the part of the city watch your partner You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya (Nothin') 'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama I'm shuttin' down the stores, do that with these commas They had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers [Chorus] Oh (Yeah, yeah, c'mon) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, let's get it) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, c'mon) Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (Yeah, yeah, let's get it) I want y'all to sing this shit with me Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony (Verse two, talk to 'em, Durk) [Verse 2] Wow, that's a bet If I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X I heard what happened to your homie, don't be next He got that get-back for his block, I tilt my hat (What?) Feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck A cocky nigga, throwin' ashes on Pateks Went to the trenches, threw up the treys on the Met (put 'em up, put 'em up like this, let's go) They be callin' me, you hangin' where it's dangerous I'm just slidin' to out west just for Uncle Remus All my siblings' kids know your uncle famous I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest In the trenches, I feel the safest On the radio, shoutout Nehpets Did it off the love but I gave 'em faces [Chorus] Oh (Yeah, yeah, c'mon) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, let's get it) Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (Yeah, yeah, c'mon) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homies (Yeah, yeah, let's get it, yeah) Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (C'mon) [Outro] This shit feelin' gutter in this motherfucker, right, Reese? (Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit phony) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie Yeah, yeah, c'mon Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit phony Yeah, yeah, let's get it Ayy Close that backdoor, close that backdoor Yeah, yeah, c'mon Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit phony We on our OTF shit, you heard?