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letra de “backdoor” - yba huncho

[chorus]
i just popped out that motherf-ckin’— vroom, i’m gone (skrrt)
me and tre tre in this b-tch, we got them poles, what you on? (boom, boom)
i’m drippin’ like some paint, that lil’ ho starin’, leave me ‘lone (f-ck outta here)
this that run up, hop out, backdoor sh-t, get him gone (grrah)
ain’t no stylin’ like huncho, n-gga, i’m in my zone (facts)
i got racks that’ll flip a b-tch block, break her bones (b-tch)
i just flew through with that bl!ck tucked by the chrome
i came from nothin’, so shut the f-ck up, i’m grown (on gang)

[verse 1]
bentley truck outside, f&n inside the sofa (boom)
told lil’ ho, don’t do no cryin’, b-tch, i’m colder than dakota (ice)
i was thuggin’ with a mug, runnin’ drills off motorola (beep beep)
now i’m posted in a mansion, whole crib smellin’ like doja (loud)
this that kick-the-door, pistol blow, drill sh-t (drrah)
let a f-ckboy speak on gang, we spin, don’t miss (never)
put his name on the wall, i ain’t postin’ no diss (nah)
put a drum on the stick, turn a opp to a glitch (boom boom boom)
ran me up a check, i’m in dior down to socks (flex)
she was f-ckin’ with a lame, had to show her how i rock (p-ssy)
f-ck a label, i’m the label, i’m the bag and the stock (yeah)
catch him lackin’ at that texaco, he bled in the lot (facts)

[chorus]
i just popped out that motherf-ckin’— skrrt, i’m gone
me and tre tre in this b-tch, we got them poles, what you on?
i’m drippin’ like some paint, that lil’ ho starin’, leave me ‘lone
this that run up, hop out, backdoor sh-t, get him gone
ain’t no stylin’ like huncho, n-gga, i’m in my zone
i got racks that’ll flip a b-tch block, break her bones
i just flew through with that bl!ck tucked by the chrome
i came from nothin’, so shut the f-ck up, i’m grown
[verse 2]
tell that b-tch i’m not your savior, i got demons, not no cape (h-ll no)
tell my plug i need that shipment, send them loads without delay (right now)
had to crop that ho out the pic, she was playin’ both ways (snake)
n-ggas sweet, call ’em candy, we gone stretch ’em like laffy taff (boom)
put a .30 on my waistline, now my jeans saggin’ (heavy)
that boy died in his dms, all that typin’ was just cappin’ (dumbass)
f-ck the judge and the bailiff, i was thuggin’ in my classes
they ain’t teach me how to read, but i learned to flip a package (real sh-t)
told my bro, “don’t let that b-tch get close, she might line you” (watch her)
and i ain’t never ran from sh-t but the feds and the sirens (zoom)
still paranoid, i sleep with the glock by the iron
i ain’t trustin’ none these hoes, that’s how rico got fired (baow!)

[bridge]
(yeah, backdoor, n-gga)
this that pop-out with no warning, f-ck the feds and the warrants
used to slide in a corolla, now it’s jets and ralph lauren
still got that stick like i’m blind, i ain’t see sh-t, i’m ignorin’
b-tch, i came from the trenches where the pain feel normal

[chorus]
i just popped out that motherf-ckin’— vroom, i’m gone
me and tre tre in this b-tch, we got them poles, what you on?
i’m drippin’ like some paint, that lil’ ho starin’, leave me ‘lone
this that run up, hop out, backdoor sh-t, get him gone
ain’t no stylin’ like huncho, n-gga, i’m in my zone
i got racks that’ll flip a b-tch block, break her bones
i just flew through with that bl!ck tucked by the chrome
i came from nothin’, so shut the f-ck up, i’m grown

- yba huncho

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