Back Seat ft. ProjectPorter & Gustavo Louis Lyrics

Yo, check

Now I'm sellin' what I make in my room for Big Cheddar

Every January the fourth I gets better

In a backseat, breakin' her back on black leather

Big body Benz wheels spin like Chris Webber yo

Aye, they been sleepin' on me the longest

I ain't shakin' with the comp, Piston Isaiah Thomas

Shorty like to go up and down like hydraulic

She suck me in the morning, I eat her pussy like omelet

Bitch, I ain't surprised, I expected to be the best

Shorty clean me up, send her home lookin' like a mess

I'm a rare breed, look different from the rest

Need a max deal with extensions, I ain't takin' less

Gem spitter, I'm flawless, spittin' raw

Think I'm Jeff Hardy, I'm flippin' out fore I break my fall

Pass him to the grappler, throw him right through the rookie wall

Got the whole game on lock, just like her pretty jaw

It's a wrap you feel me

Man yo, idk what they told you man

For real, really don't give a fuck either

Check it, Narconomic

Sharp shooter, fully loaded ruger

Half a brick in the backseat of an Uber

Picture me beefin' with a YouTuber

Roots emerge underneath water, just like a fuckin' scuba

Had a stamp called Tommy Hill, fiends used to call me Grand Puba

Ayo, punks step up to get beat down

Bricks was shipped out of town

Gustavo with Showtime

Showtime at the Apollo, double tap and follow

No feather on these chicken wings, fly like a sparrow

In love with this cocaine, the stamp was a Cupid's arrow

Stackin' bricks like a Hebrew, Gustavo's your pharaoh

Walkin' dead like that nigga Daryl

Seen niggas hit high notes for them blue notes like Harold

Narconomic hoodie sweatshirt, square'd circle apparel