Malik on the beat

Ayo Bleu

No, no, no, noYeah, yeah, yeah

No, no, no, no

(Turn Me Up Josh)

Whoa, oh, oh

Them niggas act like they don′t need us

They do everything we do, they wanna be us

Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up

He rather go and blow her back instead of re-up

You weren′t on that block when that shit was goin' on

I wasn't worryin′ ′bout the other side when that shit was goin' on

And we don′t hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on

The only time we′ll beat the case, you pull out camera phones

I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam

I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong

Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"

The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm

I had a bad bitch off the ′Gram, she let her titties hang

She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything

I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang

We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang

I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up

I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster

I′m from the part of the city, watch your partner

You ain′t did shit to same nigga who shot ya

'Fore you hit that door, gotta pick your Glock up

Can′t nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma

Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas

You had me at my lowest, I′m ridin' ′round with choppers

Close that backdoor

Can't get shaked at by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)

Close that backdoor 'cause I know

′Cause I know that this phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)

Close that backdoor, can′t get snaked by my homie (oh)

Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil′ phony

That's a bet

I′m the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat

Don't get stressed, ′cause foenem tweakin' off the X

I know what happened to your homie, don't be next

He got that get back, for his block, I tilt my hat

I feel like I′m drownin′, got this water 'round my neck

Cocky nigga throwin′ ashes on Pateks

Went to the trench store, the treys on the mat (yeah)

They be callin' me, you hangin′ with dangerous

I'm just slidin′ 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond

All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous

I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest

In the trenches, I feel the safest

On the radio, shoutout Nephets

Did it off the love, but I gave ′em faces

Close that backdoor, can′t get shaked at by my homie

Close that backdoor 'cause I know that this phony

Close that backdoor, can′t get snaked by my homie

Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony

Close that backdoor, can′t get shaked at by my homie

Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it′s phony