Backdoor Season lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch what the f*ck, all my opps bums
b*tch-b*tch what the f*ck, all my opps bums
b*tch-b*tch what the f*ck, all my opps bums
b*tch-b*tch what the f*ck, all my opps bums
b*tch-

[Chorus: Mhady2hottie]
See a crowd and I'm clearin' it out
On a drill we get in and we out
Not on his block, then we run on his house
Like, might leave his brains on the couch
Why the f*ck n*ggas dissing for clout?
Like we don't put on for the town
On Fourth tryna flock on a Hound
You better run or you better get down

[Verse 1: Mhady2Hottie]
Smoke Dot to the face, mix it with Notti I think that I'm laced
Like, why they keep bringing up Kay? Bro locked up you need to stay in your place
Got the drop you not safe
.38 this sh*t don’t leave a trace
(Got the drop you not safe
.38 this sh*t don’t leave a trace)

[Verse 2: Jo Bandz]
Whеn I bend through the 8, yeah thеy ducking for cover
4-5 shots gonna leave that boy under
Matt got poked by a faggot
Rah got shot left his brain on his lap
Nesty got hit with the V
Lil bro threw more then 3
.45 shot put a n*gga on a tee
Forever balling for JB, like grahh
What the f*ck is a sweeper?
Spinning through Douglas, like lil' Mhady we call him the reaper
[Verse 3: Mhady2hottie]
Bro got hit like he Geta
Like, he try to flock for the peter
Grab a gun it don’t matter the season
He got shot up on Monday, he died on the weekend
Notti got poked, he was bleeding
Yus got shot in his chest he was wheezing
Backdoor they didn’t know it was me

[Verse 4: Jo Bandz]
Like grrah, smoking GP out the zip
Why y’all on DOA di*k
Like one of y’all n*gga come spin
Wearing all black for the hit
Claiming y’all steppin', but we know who doing the stomping
Think y’all n*ggas must forget
Like what, pass it to Mhady he Buggin2Hottie

[Verse 5: Mhady2hottie]
Once I flock bullets rip through his body
Gun to his face, now he's begging he’s sorry
New opp in the air it’s a party
Glo, sh*t hitting harder then Lotti
Ski mask, paparazzi tryna watch me
3 deep me Jo and Yagi
Bro told me to hop out, copy
Bending through blocks like this sh*t is a hobby
Grrah Grrah
[Chorus: Mhady2hottie]
See a crowd and I'm clearin' it out
On a drill we get in and we out
Not on his block, then we run on his house
Like, might leave his brains on the couch
Why the f*ck n*ggas dissing for clout?
Like we don't put on for the town
On Fourth tryna flock on a Hound
You better run or you better get down