backshots ft. munewell Lyrics

Hah

I just put 4 in my soda

I just mixed that yeah

Inside of that cola

I'm tripping and sober

My bitch is bipolar

My mom raised a soldier

I'm tryna get Bentleys and Lambos and Rovers

I walked in this bitch and I'm dripping in loafers

Lane in his lung like hit not gon smoke him

I'm fucking a milf but she think I'm older

Hah

Wet

Just like the ice when it froze on my neck

Your bitch wanna fuck so I called her a jet

That boy ass tripping, yeah he not a threat

I'm fucking this slut and I'm taking her bread

Should just kill yourself boy, totally retched

I'm sipping on Sprite and I mix it with red

Put a gun to my head, I don't care if I'm dead

I know that some bad bitches up inside heaven that's giving good head

This bitch always blad but she cannot be sober

I swear this bitch off of some meth

Jit like I'm Koby: I'm up in the finals

Threw this bitch right in the air

I Told that bitch: "I do not care"

Like I'm Kurt Angle: I put that bitch right in the mafucking leg like on top on my mafucking bed

Stop (hehe hahaha heh)

What the fuck, dude? (haha haha hah)

Kay

I pop a perky and ex

Shorty just called me, she wanna have sex

This feature ain't free, just write me a cheque

I'm rocking a tech up inside of this tech

Like Lil Tay they be faking my death

Like Lil Tecca they say that I'm dead

I stole your bitch and she kissing my neck

I fucked your bish and she giving me head

Blast with my pencil, I'm giving her lead

Giving me nothing but moans and I'm making it stretch

Yo, when I'm fucking we breaking your bed, yeah

Making this bread

Dick got her dripping and making her spread

When she be fucking with you she be faking that shit

She's faker than shit with your fuck little dick

She drop it on me like a burden

I'm popping these perks with no permits

Making it burn with no furnace

Y'all rhyming your shit with no purpose

Yeah, yeah

I'm rowdy and rich like suburban

I rap round your head like a turban

She's sipping on me like I'm bourbon

We taking these turns like we swerving

Hah

Okay

I don't wanna end up with another baddie with another booty that's not as big and bad as yours

(Fuck)

But I better get a booty call

Okay

And I gotta write it on the wall

Up inside the bathroom stall

She's screaming my name in the hall

Fuck it, we ball

It's on

I clock in with my glock in

I clock out with my cock out

I'm a fuckboy and her fuck toy

If we playing you finna get knocked down

You a fucking clown

I'm a fucking king

I'mma steal your queen and I'mma make her sing

I'mma fuck her in your wedding ring

I'mma cuck you every other day

Haha hah hah, what the fuck?

I don't wanna wait it

So I gotta hit it

And I gotta tell the waiter that I want it now or later

But the batter better be than motherfuckers who get offended when I'm up inside of the building

Spitting butter better than a motherfucker who wanna get it

I gotta bill it when I gotta kill it

When I'm back inside the building

When I fill it with the shit and I bin it

When I pin it when I kill em

And I eat it when I win it when I'm back

Chrisy

I'm sipping lean and I'm feeling light headed

I'm steady feenin' for bussin' spaghetti

"I'm ready, I'm ready" like Spongebob

'Cause fucking your mom is a real job

She plating my sketti and getting my rocks off

Your cuck dad ain't a cockblock

And his small cock always stays soft

Hey batter, batter, swing

It's time to play ball

And I gotta be the winnest winner when I'm winning

I don't give a shit about a stupid ass opinion

Fuck it, I be dripping when I gotta be the winner

When I gotta kill it up inside the building

I'm back in the fucking building

I'm here to fucking kill it

And I'm backing in the fucking building

I'm here to fucking kill it

And I'm back in the fucking building

When I be coming and ripping a syllable

Rappers are dumb and I gotta go kill em all, yeah

Chrisy