BackedDoored

Mmhmm…

Yeah… gotta keep yo’ eyes open, mane.

These hoes’ll smile in ya face…

Next thing you know, it’s the backdoor creeeek…

Met her at the corner store, attitude was somethin’ slick,

Thick thighs, brown eyes, told me that she love a trick.

I ain’t no dummy but her vibe had a n***a stuck,

Played it cool, took her number, said I’ll hit her when I’m up.

Weeks pass, now she slidin’ in my crib like it’s hers,

Cookin’ food, cleanin’ up, actin’ like she love chores.

But her phone kept buzzin’ with a name I ain’t know,

Said it’s “cousin,” but the cousin lived a hour down the road.

Lil signs addin’ up, but the sex had me blind,

Had her holdin’ lil packs, told me “baby you fine.”

One night came, I was lackin’, noddin’ off on the couch,

Door cracked, boots crept—heard a whisper in the house.

Mask on, gun drawn, it was dude from her texts,

She set me up for the lick, man, she planned it perfect.

Hit me with the setup grin, said “don’t move, Pat,”

Heart cold, eyes froze—damn, she really did that.

(Hook)

She hit me with that backdoor move, I ain’t see it comin’ (nah),

Pretty face, cold heart, whole time she up to somethin’ (somethin’),

Thought she was my rider, turned out she was frontin’ (frontin’),

Trust a bitch? Never, boy, you bound to lose somethin’.

Backdoor move, yeah she left my pockets bleedin’ (bleedin’),

Told me that she love me, whole time she was schemin’ (schemin’),

Should’ve seen the signs, but I wanted to believe it (believe it),

Trust a bitch? Never. That’s the Memphis deep meanin’.

(Verse 2)

Woke up on the floor, lil blood on my shirt,

Whole safe cleaned out, pockets flipped, pride hurt.

Called the homie like, “mane, she done played me dirty,”

He said, “You trusted her? Boy, you way too thirsty.”

Ridin’ down the block where she used to stay low,

Neighbors said she dipped out two nights ago.

Ran off with her dude, they done split to the city,

Heard they spendin’ all my money, gettin’ lit lookin’ pretty.

But karma spin quick—word came next week,

Her new man robbed her too, left her cold in the street.

Ain’t no loyalty in snakes, ain’t no love in a thief,

If they’ll cross someone else, they’ll cross you for the free.

Moral is: never trust a pretty face with a past,

Never let a lil body make you move too fast.

Gotta watch what you love, gotta peep who you choose,

Cuz one wrong bitch’ll leave you singin’ backdoor blues.