Back Seat ft. Rev Lyrics

Double C kickin' it, chillin' back, you know I'm the one

Music blastin', henny breath, baby boy, tell me where you're from

Yeah, you got them new rims, that black tint, every inch of it got me fallin' in love

Maybe later we can hit the backseat and you'll let me know what's up

Cause I've been feelin' you for a minute now, or maybe two, let's kick it

Tryna get you to the backseat of your car, I'll ride that shit like a Harley Davidson

Double C kickin' it, baby boy, you know how we do

Makeup smudge all on your headrest, I can't get enough of you

You can't tell me she's your number one cause I ain't number two

That's why I still got little bits and pieces of me stuck with you

So what's up with you, what's up with you, yeah, what's up with you

Backseat sittin' with my boo, so what's up with you, what's up with you, yeah, what's up with you

Backseat sittin' with my boo

Hop in the backseat after I ride with you, it's like first class the way I enjoy the view

We Bonnie and Clyde, that's old news, after me I promise there's no dude

Watchin' you ridin' it lovin' there's nothin' above see you past climax

And you never stop comin' and comin' and comin' again, if it all ends, no way we stay friends

Cause I need all of you, not just percents, need to see your eyes when I wake from bed

Can't start the day without your raw flesh and you topless

Is the only way life can make sense cause I'm so intense and you know that

Never in my life tryna go back to those 808s and heartbreaks, hope you feel the same, oh

But I need it, took a shot of your love, now I'm feenin'

I been tryna get with you but I'm dreamin', countin' these sheep, til they start intervenin'

I can't drop the thought of you creamin', I can't drop the top but you ain't leavin'

Said you my ride or die and I mean it, now I can't wait for the day that we eatin', hold up

D- Double C kickin' it, baby boy, you know how we do

Makeup smudged all on your headrest, I can't get enough of you

You can't tell me she's your number one cause I ain't number two

That's why I still got little bits and pieces of me stuck with you

So what's up with you, what's up with you, yeah, what's up with you

Backseat sittin' with my boo

I guess it's over and done with, baby

So let's see if we can kick it in the next piece

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Backseat, backseat