Backseat
Backseat driving
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Ye
Pull up at the show, woah
Swerving off the road, no
How fast this shit go, oh
Too fast take a photo
GTA no cheat codes
Flagrant hit a free throw
On me only rosegold
All pink like flamingo
See me running out the way
Lucy on me yesterday
Moreland goin' 88
Lucky I got paid today
Rolling I'm afraid to walk
Shoulder toss some table salt
Fallin I can't hear you talk
Call me when I need to clock
Backseat driving
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Ye
Backseat driving
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Back, in the back
Talkin' shit, talking trash
Ayo stop
For a pack
Of some blacks
And some gas
Blow a bag
Get some cash
Magic city where ya at
Feeling dizzy Where ya at
Are you busy where ya at
Out of body exp
Pull me right up out my seat
Out the window, out my reach
In the cities where it be
It's Atlanta it's the night
Double vision See the light
It ain't me ain't gonna fight
Roll the dice, roll the dice
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Ye
Pull up at the show, woah
Swerving off the road, no
How fast this shit go, oh
Too fast take a photo
GTA no cheat codes
Flagrant hit a free throw
On me only rosegold
All pink like flamingo
See me running out the way
Lucy on me yesterday
Moreland goin' 88
Lucky I got paid today
Rolling I'm afraid to walk
Shoulder toss some table salt
Fallin I can't hear you talk
Call me when I need to clock
Backseat driving
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Ye
Backseat driving
In the backseat hiding
In the back, we riding
In the back, we riding
And we Backseat driving
And I'm not behind the wheel
In the back, we live
And now it almost don't feel real
Back, in the back
Talkin' shit, talking trash
Ayo stop
For a pack
Of some blacks
And some gas
Blow a bag
Get some cash
Magic city where ya at
Feeling dizzy Where ya at
Are you busy where ya at
Out of body exp
Pull me right up out my seat
Out the window, out my reach
In the cities where it be
It's Atlanta it's the night
Double vision See the light
It ain't me ain't gonna fight
Roll the dice, roll the dice
Credits
Writer(s): Scotty Folsom
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