Glokk40Spaz - Backdoor Lyrics

(CaptainCrunch presents)
Woah, yeah
BL, yeah
(Chapo)

Woah (woah)
Backdoor that boy for that bag, huh (backdoor)
Upgraded all my new mag', huh (mag)
Lifestyle I'm livin', shit fast
Vampire shit, I'm the only real Drac', huh (Drac')
He a dub, what the f*ck did he stack? (He a dub)
Cockblockin' bitch, get the f*ck off my lap (my lap)
Dunk on my opps and they call me lil' Shaq (lil' Shaq)
Gon' treat Atlanta just like Baby Raq
Bruh, I f*cked her again, double back (on God)
Pass the ho to the Woah, gave her back, huh (give 'er back)
Anything to get her off my back (our back)
When the pistol whip, the jaw breakin', that's on God
Baby Woah go seven six
Shoot that boy 'til he meet God, huh (God)
We finna pop, where the f*ck is my rod? (My rod)

Bullet a 7.62, somethin' big enough to bitch you (bitch you)
Beat a boy ass, strip 'em naked, not nude
Shawty shit wet, I ain't gotta use lube (hell nah)
I couldn't care less what they talkin' 'bout, huh
I'm here for myself, tryna ball out
Yeah, he nervous around us, he fall out
Tryna impress her, babygirl, look at my walkdown
Uh, yeah, I know you not feelin' me
I'm like "Bitch, you ain't gotta be there for me", huh (bitch)
Bitch, you ain't no kin to me (nah)
We finna take his ass off, that's drill to me, huh
Yeah, he ain't finna do nothin', got a loud mouth (loud)
Glock 19, Louis Vuitton pouch (brr)
You just broke as f*ck, and you love the couch (broke)
They ain't know before, now they know now (yeah)
Babygirl know I get psyched (psyched)
She ain't my type, but I f*ck her, I like what I like
Birthday week, Lil' Glokk drop deuce in his Sprite
I'm on the Perc' geekin' with a bitch tryna get my rocks right
He watchin' his back, he know that I'm sheisty (know that I'm sheisty)
5.56 bite his ear, Mike Tyson
And I ride with that glizzy, the switch not licensed (licensed)
And that stolo low, and I'm Baby Woah
I got hella hoes, know that black rose (black rose)
If your ass told, this a mini Drac', not a micro (brr)
He just specialized, he a real shooter (brr)
He could shoot your ass with his eyes closed
He'll shoot your ass with a blindfold
Not a crash out, but he won't go (no)

Woah (woah)
Backdoor that boy for that bag, huh (backdoor)
Upgraded all my new mag', huh (mag)
Lifestyle I'm livin', shit fast
Vampire shit, I'm the only real Drac', huh (Drac')
He a dub, what the f*ck did he stack? (He a dub)
Cockblockin' bitch, get the f*ck off my lap (my lap)
Dunk on my opps and they call me lil' Shaq (lil' Shaq)
Gon' treat Atlanta just like Baby Raq
Bruh, I f*cked her again, double back (on God)
Pass the ho to the Woah, gave her back, huh (give 'er back)
Anything to get her off my back (our back)
When the pistol whip, the jaw breakin', that's on God
Baby Woah go seven six
Shoot that boy 'til he meet God, huh (God)
We finna pop, where the f*ck is my rod? (My rod)