backrooms Lyrics

Got this money comin' in

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Drake in this bitch, cause Anita Max Wynn

Yeah, smokin' with Booga, you know he my twin

If you sayin' I ain't a goat, you know you a joker like Brian Quinn

Know I'm shoppin', this ain't retail

Yeah, your shawty love the weed smell

Eyes low, can't see well

But a steak on my plate, finna eat well

Yeah, I'm fuckin' your bitch, now she want more

Yeah, it's round two, like an encore

Your mama a whale, but she on shore

So high, I walk into the wrong store

So high, I walk into the backrooms

Took yo hoe because I had to

Get a bong and take a rip and then I buy a zip, I'm smokin' a whole bag, too

Know I'm speedin' when I pass you

Bitch, you got me in a bad mood

If he wanna fuck with me, then I'ma let the chopper eat him like he fast food, yeah

Lamborghini with the two-door, Yeah, I'm swervin'

Know I pull out with a new hoe, Yeah, she flirtin'

You know I'm a dog like Cujo, Yeah, for certain

Smoke a blunt and roll up two more till my lungs start hurtin'

I'ma do it again

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm fuckin' her friend

Makin' money every day while I spend

Make a milli' then I go on a bend

Make a milli' then I go on a bender

When I'm shoppin', I'm a big, big spender

Hittin' your bitch from the back like a fender

I'ma kill a beat and make it surrender

Bitch I'm faded, know I'm smokin' the pack

Yeah, you know I hit your bitch from the back

Makin' money every day, yeah, I stack

I told that bitch to come over like stat

Bitch, you know I'm the biggest, like I'm Shaq

Bitch, you know that I'm a goat, it's a fact

Yeah, they talkin' shit until I attack

Bitch, I'm done with this song, this shit a wrap