Correction Lyrics Backdoor by Chris Webby

Featuring(s) : Dizzy Wright & Futuristic

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[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Storming in like it's the capital building
I’m chasing cheddar til it's stacked to the ceiling
Words floating on the instrumental, I'm define gravity with ’em
That's why my name up in their mouths like fucking  cavity fillings
I'm having a feeling that I be going off when I'm aiming
I see the title in the crown, this shit is all for the taking
From the northies where the snow fall like Franklin
[?] need a tank if you facing off with me
GTA with five stars and the fly car tried the right to sideyards
You couldn't see me if you [?] your eyes out, I'm the wildcard
Catching the waves like lifeguards
Got the gaspadel down til I blow thе pistons, up front in the pole position
Keeping fake mothеrfuckers at a social distance
I'm the truth and you know the difference
Webby

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Yeah, put a whip a slow
Smoke blowin' out with the brim down low
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don’t let us in the front then we coming thru the backdoor
Yeah, got ’em all light woke
Stepping in the room and it's off i go
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don’t let us in the front then we coming thru the backdoor

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
Poppin' in and poppin' out from a secret escape
I never sweat of a problems, I just achieve it away
Ain't no [?] that’s the easy debate
Y'all look up to these clowns we don't believe what they say
I'm not so, you know I'm about to flow into it overload
I'm off exotic, so excuse me I'm ignoring hoes
Fresh to death, I had to ask the nigga, what are those?
Confidence on ten when life is wonderful
I been there dawg, way more than once
We used our backdoors, [?] 'em in the front
Legendary status, I got what the audience want
Fucking with me and you might accidentally fall in a trunk
It's all love, I respect my space, respect yours
The flyest, you see what I'm using my checks for
Still Movin, might put the barbershop next door
Leveling up until I reach all floors, Dizzy Wright

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Yeah, put a whip a slow
Smoke blowin' out with the brim down low
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don't let us in the front then we coming thru the backdoor
Yeah, got 'em all light woke
Stepping in the room and it's off i go
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don't let us in the front then we coming thru the backdoor

[Verse 3: Futuristic]
Yo ok backdoor forget it, I'm dropping in through the roof
No screen for the team, I'm more of a catching shoe
Got the beat and at least, they threw me the Alley-oop
I'm the only one that jump in the crowd and dunk through the hoop, that's real
Three giants and the then lions of liar
They found me on autopilot when writing rhymes with the firepin
Mariah M beefing, I'm Nick Cannon I'm wildin' in
Pineapple ice with the medicine that I'm diving in, like dining in
Everybody gets hurt, spit words
People getting tatted on skin, 'cause it hit it thiner
Thick girls, always being in line to get [?]
Niggas get curved, I'm in the back with the quick [?]
Yo, spit [?] these dudes, it's too cheesy
Words they inverses in search to beat me
Hurts don't get hurt, y'all herbs is burned thesis
Grey screen get smoked I'm dope you can't see me

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