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- Artist: Pop Smoke
- Song name: Back Door
- Featuring: Quavo & Kodak Black
- Genre: Hip-hop/Rap
- Released: 2022
The multi-talented rapper & song writer Pop Smoke dishes out this wonderful studio single titled “Back Door” which serve as one of his rated song and we made the track available for free download here on our website.
On this project, Pop Smoke collaborated with Quavo & Kodak Black who contributed a lot in the music project with cool verses.
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Pop Smoke — Back Door feat. Quavo & Kodak Black Lyrics
My mama tell, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, huh?
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (uh-huh)
Cops askin’ me these questions, I don’t know nothin’
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor (backdoor, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
Stay down out on the Nawf (stay down)
Too much smoke, don’t know what it’s ’bout (mm-hmm)
We was the first ones out (out), the hood
We brought that shit back to the house (house), it look good
Inside the mud (mud), inside the rain (rain), no more pain
I had the (yeah), hundred round drum just for shit that look strange
I had to (yeah), kick through some doors just ice out the chain
We had to (ice), fuck a few hoes, since they claimin’ they gang (smash)
Jumped out to pull some chains, doubled back and it 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
Mama let me go outside, but I ain’t out here tryna play
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (uh-huh)
Cops askin’ me these questions, I don’t know nothin’
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor (backdoor, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
I might be goin’ numb, I ain’t show love, damn near died in me
My mind on so much drugs I think my sliders tryna slide on me
I bet 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 cluchin’ Glocks for mama
I’m bussin’ at the opps, ’cause every time I try to stop
They be playin’ with my top, mama
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (uh-huh)
Cops askin’ me these questions, I don’t know nothin’
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor (backdoor, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My mama tell me (mama), “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 up that chop, you better aim for your target” yeah
Schemin’, yeah, yeah
I’m like that
Back door, yeah, yeah, yeah
