Backdoor In The Summer
علي محمد
rap
drill
Dark Chicago drill beat with detuned bells
sliding 808s
and tight hi-hat triplets. Male vocals
aggressive low register with whispered doubles on key lines. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs; verses stay menacing and conversational
riding just behind the pocket. Occasional filtered beat drop-outs to spotlight a cappella punchlines before the bass slams back in.
Erstellt am Feb 14, 2026
Songtexte
[Intro]
Late night
Block hot
Hooded up
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Backdoor in the summer, shorty tweak in the cold
He was flexin on the ‘Gram, got his location exposed
We don’t type about it, we just circle the road
Lil bro off a pill, tryna crash, tryna fold
Tiny kitchen table, 30 stuffin the couch
Auntie say she prayin, but the devil in the house
Scanner on the counter, we can hear when they route
If you slide and you miss
You don’t talk it out
[Chorus]
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down (never)
Mama can’t sleep when she hear that sound (boom)
Shorties on the porch, tryna earn they crown
It’s a one-way street, you can’t turn back ‘round
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down
Name on a tee, face on the ground
Everybody tough ‘til the lights go out
This that side where you die for clout (gang, gang)
[Verse 2]
He was just a kid, now his face on the pole
Candles on the corner, let the wax hit the snow
Big homie locked, so they followin ghosts
He say he want rank, gotta do what he told
Trenches in the alley, rats runnin through vents
Shorty learned math countin blood, not cents
Judge gave his cousin more years than he lived
Only thing he ever learned?
How to never forgive
[Chorus]
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down (nah)
Mama can’t sleep when she hear that sound (pop, pop)
Shorties on the porch, tryna earn they crown
It’s a one-way street, you can’t turn back ‘round
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down
Name on a tee, face on the ground
Everybody tough ‘til the lights go out
This that side where you die for clout (clout, clout)
Late night
Block hot
Hooded up
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Backdoor in the summer, shorty tweak in the cold
He was flexin on the ‘Gram, got his location exposed
We don’t type about it, we just circle the road
Lil bro off a pill, tryna crash, tryna fold
Tiny kitchen table, 30 stuffin the couch
Auntie say she prayin, but the devil in the house
Scanner on the counter, we can hear when they route
If you slide and you miss
You don’t talk it out
[Chorus]
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down (never)
Mama can’t sleep when she hear that sound (boom)
Shorties on the porch, tryna earn they crown
It’s a one-way street, you can’t turn back ‘round
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down
Name on a tee, face on the ground
Everybody tough ‘til the lights go out
This that side where you die for clout (gang, gang)
[Verse 2]
He was just a kid, now his face on the pole
Candles on the corner, let the wax hit the snow
Big homie locked, so they followin ghosts
He say he want rank, gotta do what he told
Trenches in the alley, rats runnin through vents
Shorty learned math countin blood, not cents
Judge gave his cousin more years than he lived
Only thing he ever learned?
How to never forgive
[Chorus]
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down (nah)
Mama can’t sleep when she hear that sound (pop, pop)
Shorties on the porch, tryna earn they crown
It’s a one-way street, you can’t turn back ‘round
We from where it’s up, it don’t come back down
Name on a tee, face on the ground
Everybody tough ‘til the lights go out
This that side where you die for clout (clout, clout)