Backseat Lyrics

They like to talk but I like to get violent

Drop a 8 in the pop now the sprite turning violet

Racks thicker than thigh pads I look like a lineman

Hot as hell with a chain on I'm changing the climate

Stop flexing the hemi we know that the cat leased

Red dots light up his face like some acne

Feds out tapping my phone tryna track me

Big dog bitches see me and harass me

Hottest nigga out but you knew this

I just made a hundred and blew it

They know I speak money I'm fluent

Can't swallow the bar gotta chew this

Wasn't going to class I had bows in the hall

Niggas looking for me I bring poles in the mall

Down bad in your room you got holes in your wall

Drop a bean in the sprite watching xannies dissolve

I'm blowing loud I ain't watching my tone

Main hoe mad said I'm never at home

Same one sad she be calling my phone

She said Eli I miss you I still feel alone

Sent a message half swipe I ain't read that

I'm addicted to money might relapse

Niggas Pooh boy I don't want yo feedback

I be rolling all night need to relax

Trash man say Eli you keep bags

Like a model they know that I keep mags

I drink straight out the bottle I need that

Foreign breaking the throttle we leave jags

Designer shades on me you can't see me cry

Off the weed I'm R Kelly believe I can fly

Momma told me slow down don't believe I can die

Dick got her in love should've left the hoe dry

No I couldn't wait for marriage man Eli a treesh

Like I walk with a puzzle know I gotta piece

And I stack up my money my spread looking neat

Now I run to the money my J's gotta a crease

12 gauge in pants gassed up with a pump

Nigga who bout to wrestle I'm not cm punk

Shawty want me change do I look a chump

In the vip pouring sixes that shit got me slumped

When I walk in the bank nigga I feel at home

If you ain't touching money we can't get along

If you ain't talking money I hang up the phone

I love you Eli that make the hoes sing along

Hot as hell in the spot nigga I got a fan tucked

Pouring up drop nigga dirtied my Fanta

Broke is something I'm not boy I'm running these bands up

So my pockets got knots like them bitches got cancer

Fuck an iMessage nigga we got techs

Didn't know when I left her id be depressed

Fuck freeing yo guys nigga free the rest

No need to pick sides nigga we the best

Fuck sliding and spinning put the car in park

Man she know her role and she gone play her part

Quick to let this bitch bust hoe imma shooting star

Imma paint on her face baby I'm making art

Five percent on the coupe so now it's extra dark

Just poured up the goop so now my soda dark

Ain't gone lie this new girl got my entire heart

I sent this to Teej he told me it was hard

She said that they broke can't be talking bout us

These niggas be switching only few I trust

Ain't worried bout hoes it's a sin to lust

Get her in the backseat that's a must