Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backseat , by - Duwap Kaine. Release date: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backseat |
| We on ( |
| Is that Chris? |
| Oh, oh |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip |
| Nigga talk shit 'til his car got flipped |
| Pour me up, whole cup got sipped |
| ass bitch, I ain’t giving no tip |
| Thot ass bitch wanna give me lip |
| Fuck niggas wanna talk straight from they lips |
| My niggas all so they got |
| Trust nobody so I carry a |
| I’m a real nigga, let’s make this clear |
| Big 45, what’s this shit here? |
| Gotta get rich and bustdown my ear |
| I was taught to have no fear |
| I see a real nigga in the mirror |
| Can’t and shit when I steer |
| I was placed here to help my peers |
| Didn’t get shit, why you got a tear? |
| me some Ricky Rozay |
| She cheating on you, nigga watch your damn bae |
| I paid for the hair and I got her shit flayed |
| And that’s what she get for being my maid |
| I’m smoking on to finish this song |
| She calling me bro, know she in the wrong |
| I need me a bad bitch, Nia Long |
| You got you a rat bitch on your phone |
| I’m in LA, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air |
| And I’m tryna sip on some Belaire |
| Ride with that Glock, you know I don’t care |
| This dope that I’m smoking send me to the air |
| Hold on lil' bro, get up in there |
| Designer shoes, need every pair |
| I’ma get a crib with a massage chair |
| My niggas ain’t coming, you gon' need a prayer |
| If you a fuck nigga, no, we not gon' spare you |
| Don’t try me lil' nigga, I dare you |
| And I’m pretty sure I don’t really scare you |
| But them bullets be flying, man, niggas get scared |
| Lil' bro, yeah, get up in there |
| Fuck that, let me get the autotune on |
| Gave me a what they on? |
| Big gangster shit, Al Capone |
| But I ain’t on what Al Capone on |
| I’m just tryna stick to flipping this dough |
| I’m just tryna stick to smoking that dope |
| I’m just tryna stick to riding in foreigns |
| I’m just tryna stick to stacking up fortunes |
| I can tell the future, I’m a fortune |
| We got in a shootout, made him forfeit |
| I took my braids out and I looked like |
| I put the dope in the blunt, touch the orbit |
| Bitch, why you still talking? |
| You so boring |
| Just copped some shit, I be scoring |
| I seen the police and I floored it |
| Y’all moving slow, nigga, like a tortoise |
| Punching this shit, nigga, Marcus Morris |
| Freestyling shit, nigga fuck a chorus |
| I’m stepping on shit, I’m a stegosaurus |