Back Door - Pop Smoke, Quavo, Kodak Black

My momma tell, mmm

Mmm, mmm, huh?

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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

I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these questions, I don’t know nothing

Hit that nigga up get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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

Stay down on the north stay down

Too much more don’t know what it’s 'bout

We was the first ones out the hood

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

Inside the mud inside the rain, no more pain

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

I had to kick through some doors, just to ice out the chains

We had to fuck a few hoes, since they came in the game

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

Huncho hustle mentality, just like Kobe with rings

I don’t wanna mention names, but some can’t even hang

One thing I learned about this game that it’s gonna show if you lame

Huncho and Pop Smoke yeah we turning the page

I don’t know but it feel like we go 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

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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

I, up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these question, I don’t know nothing

Hit that nigga up, get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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

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 none these rappers got more war stories, than the 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 smiling in my face, ain’t really my friends

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

Bussin' at the opp’s, and I’m duckin' from the cops

'Cause I’m still clutching glocks for momma

I’m bussin' at the opp’s, 'cause everytime I try to stop, they be preying on my

top, momma

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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

I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition

Cops asking me these questions, I don’t know nothing

Hit that nigga up, get through the back door

My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects

Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching

Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking

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