Back Door

[Intro: Pop Smoke]

My mama tell, mmm

Mmm, mmm, huh?

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects (Projects)

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin' (Watchin')

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"

I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition

Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'

Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin'

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Stay down out on the Nawf (Stay down)

Too much money, don't know what it's 'bout (Uh-huh)

We was the first ones out (Out), the hood

We brought that shit back to the house (House), it look good

Inside the mud, inside the rain, no more pain

I had the hundred round drum, just for shit that look strange

I had to kick through some doors just to ice out the chain

We had to **** a few hoes, since they claimin' they gang

Jumped off to pull some chains, doubled back and they came

Huncho hustle mentality, just like Kobe with rings (Mamba)

I don't wanna mentions names, but some can't even hang

One thing I learned about this game that it's gonna show if you lame (Show if you lame)

Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah, we turnin' the page

I don't know, but it feel like we go back in the day (Back in the day)

I put food on the table, niggas won't touch my plate

Momma let me go outside, but I ain't out here tryna play

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects (Projects)

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin' (Watchin')

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop', you better aim for your target, yeah"

I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition

Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'

Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin'

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]

I might be goin' numb, I ain't show love, then it died within

My mind on so much drugs I think my sliders tryna slide on me

I bet that none of these rappers got more war stories than he do

Every night I pray that my lil' soldiers keep it zeeko

I just wanna make a lot of money for my people

I just caught a case, but I thank God it ain't a RICO

Can't stay out the hood, I'm like a magnet to the projects

Every time I do good, Lord, all the bad shit be followin'

I don't know who be hatin', 'cause they still shakin' hands

I don't know who be fakin', 'cause they still shakin' hands

I know everybody smilin' in my face ain't really my friends

I know niggas be hollerin' like they gang, but really gon' bend

Bussin' at the opps, and I'm duckin' from the cops

'Cause I'm still clutchin' Glocks, momma

I'm bussin' at the opps, 'cause every time I try to stop

They be playin' with my top, momma

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects (Projects)

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin' (Watchin')

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"

I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition

Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'

Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor

My mama tell me "Be careful, better stay out them projects

Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watchin'

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'

And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"'