Backseat Bandit

Then come to the mic like shit nigga, haha
And I made this off the green, I couldn't find no more lean
Hahahaha, it's bad, haha, bitch, hahaha
Oh shit, hahaha

Clowns, they all hating
Nobody never gave me nothing, on my baby
Where was you when I was hittin' gangs and aces
Scuff marks and I just bought these yesterday
Bag chasing, in the coupe drag racing
These niggas dorks, all you niggas will get torched
We know who winning, you ain't gotta check the score
Off this mud, I'm abusing more than gold
Off a twenty, I would say I'm more than poured
These niggas jaycats, I'm flu flamming off PayPal
Ten mopsticks all in the couch of my K5
But don't nobody know you when the deal plain filed
And all these bitches want you when they hear you getting out
But I ain't fuckin' with 'em, the fuck I look like, a clown?
Goddamn

Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her baby what's up with all them niggas you barebacking?
You curving niggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving niggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit

SaysoTheMac, I'm flu flamming her trap
Backseat with the trick, busting bareback
Twenty hunduns what the bitch better bring back
You wifing a ho, you better get that ring back
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit
She ate two xanax, fuckin' with all the plastics
She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked
Sucking dick with dry lips, get her a chapstick
SaysoTheMac, king of firing a fag bitch
Broke ass niggas mad 'cause they ain't got a bag bitch
Pull up at the Slauson just to polish my teeth
I had to break the lil bitch before she polished my meat

Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her baby what's up with all them niggas you barebacking?
You curving niggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving niggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit

Damn baby, haha
I'm trying to figure out what's going on, like
Shit, like, you on like curving and all that
Bitch all them followers and all that shit, yeah
Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like you the bareback champion bitch, like
Bitch you need to chill out like
You in that coupe goin' crazy, what you talkin' 'bout?
Like damn daddy
She's a backseat bandit
I'm saying though, hey hey free everybody, hey
Y'all know, y'all know what's up
Bitch you know what them seats look like, bitch, hahahaha



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Writer(s): Vance Musgrove, Mikah Freeman
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