ybn lil bro - backdoe lyrics
[chorus: ybn lil bro]
i never told on no n+gga, nope, who am i’m gon’ tell on?
brodie just like me, he bend it all on the ten+four
f+ck a b+tch 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 n+gga put me back in trap mode
fly out to a new city, you ever flew a private jet?
h+llcat, this b+tch a striker, though, can’t even see through the tint
you tried that sh+t, i was a lil’ n+gga, come try that sh+t 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 n+ggas, whole time, it’s f+ck them
only took her number down ’cause that b+tch 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, n+ggas ain’t got a dollar to they name
long live my n+gga jj, i’ve been tweakin’ all day
give the police a fake name, like get the f+ck up out my face, b+tch
lenwood crazy, i f+ck with doonem, my lil’ n+gga
don’t tell ’em what my name is, ybn, keep it pimpin’
you ain’t even my type of b+tch, ho, go f+ck another n+gga
i got all this motion, this sh+t come from tunnel vision
[chorus: ybn lil bro]
i never told on no n+gga, nope, who am i’m gon’ tell on?
brodie just like me, he bend it all on the ten+four
f+ck a b+tch 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 n+gga put me back in trap mode
fly out to a new city, you ever flew a private jet?
h+llcat, this b+tch a striker, though, can’t even see through the tint
you tried that sh+t, i was a lil’ n+gga, come try that sh+t again
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
i clapped some n+ggas before, and i’ll do that sh+t 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 n+gga where he at
i know these hoes, they don’t love me, they just love i’m catchin’ hats
f+ck risky road, he tried to slide, and you know that sh+t wasn’t level
since we speakin’ about slide, why the f+ck y’all fakin’ his death?
both they ass got head tapped, known for givin’ permanent naps
ain’t doin’ no f+ckin’ battle raps, get in that car and blow your strap
since [?] died, lot of n+ggas 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 k!lled your b+tch+ass brother
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