BACKSEAT
"Its in the backseat prolly"
"Paid bands for this fit bitch i gotta be cocky"
Come to find out you a backseat shawty
Hella different cars hella backseat bodies
I got niggas that ain't playin', they be blastin' when they on shit
He walkin' out the crib blast that fake-ass Jacket right off him
Shhhh ugh
He a burden to me
He better go and cough up
A little more if you wanna merge with me
I know a couple fiends
That'll hit the phone, they need it urgently
Talk about a need these hunnids bleed permanently on me
Let the money speak, she ain't talkin' unless it's cash app
I'm in the party doin' nothin' else but tryna grab ass
Out the door, gotta hit my lick, finna grab that bag
Im only take I don't borrow, you can't have that back
So you a backseat shawty, hella different cars, hella backseat bodys
Its getting late get in the front, bitch, you gotta get off me
Hold the wheel, I'm tryna ash, but it's blowin' back on me
I wear Supreme, bitch, you know I'm saucy
I know I few that love to go and talk, but
Not a single one fought me
And the same when I cross up in the halls, now she
Jaw-lockin' And I got her in the whip she a backseat blondie
Coming out the backseat, hoppin' in the studio
If you fuckin' with me, take a shot of this Don Julio
Street nigga, but I'm still a type to call her beautiful
Same nigga, pullin' up, asking for the usual
I really hope now we on the same page
The same shit you did last night, I want the same thing
Me and you, nigga, we not the same thing It's really endgame with no stones, it's not
A planeJane
It's in the backseat, probably
Bands for this fit, bitch, I gotta be cocky
My eyes shut, lookin' like I need coffee
Cherry crackin' on the wood, she pass it over as glossy
Gotta make over, like we in the Bay, shut down and take over
And I'm not gettin' on the plane unless I'm not sober
How you finna say it to my face, but you a lot lower
And why the fuck you talkin' bout a bitch if you ain't even know her
Lemme Introduce myself, how are you doin' today?
I don't know about you, I need blues today
I'ma, I'ma go and make the news today
So many keys in my driveway, what do I choose today
(Jayy)
So you in backseat shawty, hella different cars, hella backseat bodies
Ugh paid bands, I gotta be cocky
"Paid bands for this fit bitch i gotta be cocky"
Come to find out you a backseat shawty
Hella different cars hella backseat bodies
I got niggas that ain't playin', they be blastin' when they on shit
He walkin' out the crib blast that fake-ass Jacket right off him
Shhhh ugh
He a burden to me
He better go and cough up
A little more if you wanna merge with me
I know a couple fiends
That'll hit the phone, they need it urgently
Talk about a need these hunnids bleed permanently on me
Let the money speak, she ain't talkin' unless it's cash app
I'm in the party doin' nothin' else but tryna grab ass
Out the door, gotta hit my lick, finna grab that bag
Im only take I don't borrow, you can't have that back
So you a backseat shawty, hella different cars, hella backseat bodys
Its getting late get in the front, bitch, you gotta get off me
Hold the wheel, I'm tryna ash, but it's blowin' back on me
I wear Supreme, bitch, you know I'm saucy
I know I few that love to go and talk, but
Not a single one fought me
And the same when I cross up in the halls, now she
Jaw-lockin' And I got her in the whip she a backseat blondie
Coming out the backseat, hoppin' in the studio
If you fuckin' with me, take a shot of this Don Julio
Street nigga, but I'm still a type to call her beautiful
Same nigga, pullin' up, asking for the usual
I really hope now we on the same page
The same shit you did last night, I want the same thing
Me and you, nigga, we not the same thing It's really endgame with no stones, it's not
A planeJane
It's in the backseat, probably
Bands for this fit, bitch, I gotta be cocky
My eyes shut, lookin' like I need coffee
Cherry crackin' on the wood, she pass it over as glossy
Gotta make over, like we in the Bay, shut down and take over
And I'm not gettin' on the plane unless I'm not sober
How you finna say it to my face, but you a lot lower
And why the fuck you talkin' bout a bitch if you ain't even know her
Lemme Introduce myself, how are you doin' today?
I don't know about you, I need blues today
I'ma, I'ma go and make the news today
So many keys in my driveway, what do I choose today
(Jayy)
So you in backseat shawty, hella different cars, hella backseat bodies
Ugh paid bands, I gotta be cocky
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Writer(s): Jermaine D
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