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otm - bckdoe lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(gentle beatz)
uh

[verse 1: blue pesos]
first off, we finna kick the back door in
the stincs like the new navy seals, i brought four missiles
chiefin’ stacks on me, won’t catch me in no cheap denim
2021 benz, won’t catch me in no cheap rental (sh+t real)
let the drum off, f+ck, now my hand hurt
we need a four of that wock’, call up unc’ shirley
in the streets, i’m a grouch, best friends with bert and ernie
he on the menu, ain’t no questions, gang and them for sure served him
they like, “p, your chain hittin'”, all i’m yellin’ is out is “go rob him”
at the shows, i’m еither hoppin’ out a foreign or a big+body
it’s 2023, come shut mе up ’cause i’m still poppin’
she bought a five hundred dollar trap, what? this b+tch still grounded
i sound like drakeo, oh, that’s what y’all mad ’bout?
it’s all laughs when i’m jokin’ but i’m mad now
b+tch, i’m p+ssed off, let me show you pippy longstocking
we just g+ngb+ngers, b+tch, guaranteed he finna cry about it
don’t throw that sh+t up, it’ll be a pizza party
your daddy was a snitch, don’t even try to pull that card, n+gga
this d+ck ain’t free, pay the p, you know i charge b+tches
opps ain’t finna do nothin’, don’t start nothin’
back to back on a n+gga block, ain’t no hard feelings
ran off with the scoreboard, i’m a sore winner
f+ckin’ on ig models and p+rnstars
three million streams a month, independent, y’all ain’t doin’ that, uh
[verse 2: ebk bckdoe]
n+ggas independent, i ain’t signin’ sh+t (i ain’t signin’ sh+t)
when i freestyle, i talk sh+t, i ain’t writin’ sh+t (i ain’t writin’ sh+t)
b+tch took my whole deuce of quagen, finna fight this b+tch (finna fight this b+tch)
i just found a pink ten, she finna bite this sh+t (she finna bite this sh+t)
she be poppin’ percs on the low, a baby dope fiend (baby dope fiend)
[?] been doin’ dog all year, this n+gga nose bleed (aha)
i done robbed all the drank plugs for no d+mn reason (no d+mn reason)
b+tch, i’m with the stincs off the mussle in this b+tch geekin’ (in this b+tch high)
ayy, where my cup at? pour some more up (pour some more up)
i just poured a deuce and popped a thirty, finna throw up (i’m finna hurl)
tryna rap, i’m noddin’ off the drank, in here tore up (in here tore up)
made his b+tch broke as the f+ck, i’m finna roll somethin’ (i’m finna roll somethin’)
drey, cut that beat back on, i d+mn near rolled somethin’ (i d+mn near rolled somethin’)
she see me uppin’ dog sh+t, she want her toes done (she want her toes done)
i ain’t [?] sip, i sip trish, b+tch, pour somethin’
i pour an eight and drop the whole eight just like four somethin’ (just like four, n+gga)

[verse 3: duffy]
broke n+ggas in my ear like, “let me hold somethin'”
if the police askin’ ’bout a body, i don’t know nothin’
i don’t know what n+ggas on, but i’ve been dough huntin’
opp n+gga pull up next to me, gon’ catch the whole hundred
too exclusive, let me in through that back door
yeah, i heard that n+gga lil’ verse, that sh+t cap, though
i got this loaf up out the field, this ain’t a bank roll
any n+gga ’round this b+tch know i stand ten toes
i need the chili baba, b+tch, and some
hm, this a mini chop, not a handgun
i just dunked on a nerd n+gga, that’s an and+one
n+gga sauce bitin’, i know you wish you was us
sh+t, it’s the real bully breakers
say whatever, n+ggas know the truth, thank us later
laughin’ at these n+ggas, countin’ pape, n+ggas haters
she gon’ put it in my hand, she my favorite, uh
[outro: duffy]
sh+t, b+tch, yeah
too exclusive, let me in through that back door, uh

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