Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ayy, uh
Try to act like we're my frenemies
I ain't real about my enemies, no, no
Ain't the real, I ain't fake, uh
Keep your eyes on your back,
It's the season of that back door
So you better keep your eyes open
For them snakes in the grass, go open
But you call my phone like, you on?
I told him out, you're runnin' digits,
that's why I'm clutchin' chrome
The snakes out here rattlin',
it ain't no friends in this shit
Friend or foe, and at the end,
so that's why I keep my distance
use your eyes, pay attention
These niggas movin' slimy,
Everywhere I go, the fam right behind me
Ah, see, you gotta keep the door closed
Try to act it with my frenemies
I ain't real about my enemies, no, no
Eat the real of your fate
I'm just worried about the
Keep your eyes on your back, oh
It's the season of that back door
So you better keep your eyes open
Let the snakes in the grass go open
