Song: Back Door
Artist:  Da Cloth
Year: 2020
Viewed: 14 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Intro]
“Everybody screws his enemies, but nobody fucks a friend.”
“You know what I think? I think it’s not safe to do business with guys who don’t keep their word ‘cause you never know when they’re gonna stab you in the back.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

[Rob Gates]
Yo, who that?
Uh

[Hook: Rob Gates]
Back door
(?)
I said hit the back door
(?)
Back door
(Nah, let her in.)
I said the back door
(You got 80? Alright.)
Back door
([?]. I said get the fuck out of here.)
I said hit the back door
Back door
I said hit the back door
[Rigz]
Ayo, what the fuck is you doing, man? It’s in the back, man. Go over there. Go ahead. Hurry up

[Verse 1: Rigz]
Yo, yo, get the fuck from out the front, told you to slide right by the [?] bell
Synthetic boy, here, the heroin shit don’t sell
Spice blending, security, shit, I know well
[?] is cut ‘cause the fety ain’t got no smell
It’s [?] the door, bag’s a dub, it’s a dial, B
[?] ran the shit, yo they probably still have an aisle three
My brain work in the strangest, play your part, we gon’ build you
You play, no attachment, won’t give a fuck if I spill you
‘Cause you never know if niggas selling me out
So it’s cameras behind the cameras that I tell them about
Shit, you know the scheme, some niggas take the bars off to fuck with fiends
Dough some missing money, so we split it 20, four in teams
You, go to sleep, you, serve, you, pick up
You, direct traffic, you, protect, tear shit up
To get high, close it down, taking [?] made you
They build greater samples out, they like, “it’s chicken flavored”
Five minutes later

[Hook]
Back door
(Ayo, I told you, no, man, listen)
I said hit the back door
(You can’t come to my shit for no credit, man. Go ahead. Get the fuck out of here.)
Back door
(Come here. You’re good?)
I said the back door
(Sixty? Alright.)
Back door
(Nah. Let them out right there. Let them out first.)
I said hit the back door
(Yo, they want soft. They want soft right here.)
Back door
I said hit the back door
[Verse 2: M.A.V.]
Who the fuck is it, son, hit the [?], I watched the house over four screens
Side, front, and back, see the poachers or it’s more fiends
Used to open up and just serve them right through the door screen
Never made the mistake twice, I let the four scream
Nose for the money, my shit’s clicking like Dorothy’s heels
You know how that 40 feel
I had a wait spot, they used to freak with a [?] that’s known for copping ounces
[?] some 2-3s when the cameras caught them between the houses
Used to play the hallways, rewarded minus the risk in it
Fiends heard the Avirex jacket harbored the fifth in it
Crash passes, shooters, black mask rolled on their forehead
Copped this good work that somebody left on the porch dead
Some in it frames and a steel door be de-bolted
The slide’s open, the barrel poke out and bullets aborted
This the racket when you buy in cheap and if it’s afforded
Then you agree with the terms that [?] and fully support it
Who at the door, Gates?

[Hook: Rob Gates & Times Change]
Back door
(Yo, yo, who that?)
I said hit the back door
(Yo, you niggas got it.)
Back door
(Okay, listen, man. Next time you come here, make sure you got your money out.)
I said hit the back door
(Nah mean? Like niggas fumbling through ones and shit.)
Back door
(Fuck out of here with that change.)
I said hit the back door
(Put that bolt back on that door, nigga.)
(Times Change: Uh huh)
Back door
(Times Changes: Yeah)
(Check the cameras.)
I said hit the back door
[Times Change]
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, uh huh

[Verse 3: Times Change]
Barricaded the entrance, did the same with the exit
That only buy us a minute, see niggas playing with seconds
Block is hot, but it’s licking, watch for cops, niggas snitching
Spot an opp, get to hitting, pop pop pop and get missing
Borderline schizophrenic, paranoid, yeah it said
Ain’t been employed in like seven, I can’t avoid where I’m heading
Look, I’m peaking through the front blinds, fiends beating in the back
I ain’t thinking on no rap shit, they’re scheming on my trap
I swear I’m going crazy, I’m always reaching for the strap
And when it’s low, I’m on go, [?] leave you where you’re at
Wait, wait, you ain’t never see the stem
Wait, wait, you can never beat the champ
Thought I lost it, but I lost it, felt exhausted, couldn’t force it
Handle losses like the bosses that took courses on a faucet
Aw, it’s all entertainment, this what the rap’s for
They don’t know our faces, they know the back door
Huh

( Da Cloth )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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