Da Backseat Songtext
von Dee Mula
Da Backseat Songtext
Come on, ay, Honcho, it′s over with after this junt here (Honcho on that beat, word, say less)
On God, this junt, this, this song right here finna change your life
I'm tellin′ you, watch this
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) off the head, uh, this one deep, uh, okay
In the backseat, I was, in the backseat, I was, huh
I was in the backseat, fully chopstick
When they say they was outside, I went through there, drop shi'
He thought he was the man 'til they let me in, I stop shi′
This nigga bad, she can′t e'en fuck me, I′m with his opp bitch
Watchin' all my mirrors, makin′ sure she ain't on opp shi′
I press a button, the car crank, I press a button, the door open
Can press a button and blow the city up, but l been so focused
And e'rywhere I go, I move militant, car trailin' me
Ju′ left early, I wasn′t feelin' it, when I got locked up, asked me for cash, I won′t send her shi'
She don′t buy you nothin', my lil′ bitch done bought me plenty shi'
She know who she fuckin', push me back, "Mula, that′s too much dick"
Okay, they ju′ let the dawgs in
I'm the type to come right back and pull the screen, let y′all in
Told me to stay back this time, Mula ain't ju′ let y'all spin
You did it wrong, next time I gotta be in the car
I can drop the cash and get you knocked off and do it right
I baked this cake, my alibi, it′s top-dawg
This bitch head so fire, in her house, my socks off (damn, huh)
My chopstick under her pillow, her front room is the drop-down (gang)
I'm sippin' Tris, these niggas in here drunk, throwed off
All that aggressive ass shit gon′ get you rocked, closed off
I ain′t doin' no fuckin′ arguin', ju′ gon' block your road off
Hit you with some fast shit, gon′ damn near tear your doors off
And I been on these niggas ass since they let me through the door
How you don't know me? Ho, you cappin', I done seen you at my show
Nigga try to play with me, gon′ stop the crowd in this bitch
Tryna show off front of this ho, gon′ hear somethin' loud in this bitch
I′m really proud of myself 'cause I changed and you know I changed
If I didn′t change, you woulda been dead, bust brains
At the skatin' ring, we made the biggest niggas tuck chains
Black tee got nut stains, how this happen? Got gold chains
She got my name tatted, not one but two time
My nigga lil′ bih too fine, built her from the ground up
Sent the emoji with the sand goin' down, your time up
Always trippin' ′bout some shit, go check your shoes and tie ′em up
And I was broke, but that's fixed
Can′t beef about no bitch, give her back like an assist
I'm out my shirt, ju′ mixed the drugs up, this ho hittin'
I can′t never cut her off, know how to suck dick
Reminicin' 'bout her, I don′t hear nothin′ 'bout this ho spittin′
Cut the traction off on the 'Cat (skrrt), love gettin′ nasty
My nigga sellin', his trap house smashin′
Why you tryna go to war and broke? I'm just askin'
I ju′ wanna know before we put you in that casket
Uh-ah, ay, Lil B, how much beat we got left? (You got ′bout 20 seconds left)
Okay, and that's how long it take when we pull up and let these fullies out
Been in that car, still in that car, get out that car, you′re rapper, nigga
I am not no fuckin' rapper, you know I′m a smacker, nigga
On God, this junt, this, this song right here finna change your life
I'm tellin′ you, watch this
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) off the head, uh, this one deep, uh, okay
In the backseat, I was, in the backseat, I was, huh
I was in the backseat, fully chopstick
When they say they was outside, I went through there, drop shi'
He thought he was the man 'til they let me in, I stop shi′
This nigga bad, she can′t e'en fuck me, I′m with his opp bitch
Watchin' all my mirrors, makin′ sure she ain't on opp shi′
I press a button, the car crank, I press a button, the door open
Can press a button and blow the city up, but l been so focused
And e'rywhere I go, I move militant, car trailin' me
Ju′ left early, I wasn′t feelin' it, when I got locked up, asked me for cash, I won′t send her shi'
She don′t buy you nothin', my lil′ bitch done bought me plenty shi'
She know who she fuckin', push me back, "Mula, that′s too much dick"
Okay, they ju′ let the dawgs in
I'm the type to come right back and pull the screen, let y′all in
Told me to stay back this time, Mula ain't ju′ let y'all spin
You did it wrong, next time I gotta be in the car
I can drop the cash and get you knocked off and do it right
I baked this cake, my alibi, it′s top-dawg
This bitch head so fire, in her house, my socks off (damn, huh)
My chopstick under her pillow, her front room is the drop-down (gang)
I'm sippin' Tris, these niggas in here drunk, throwed off
All that aggressive ass shit gon′ get you rocked, closed off
I ain′t doin' no fuckin′ arguin', ju′ gon' block your road off
Hit you with some fast shit, gon′ damn near tear your doors off
And I been on these niggas ass since they let me through the door
How you don't know me? Ho, you cappin', I done seen you at my show
Nigga try to play with me, gon′ stop the crowd in this bitch
Tryna show off front of this ho, gon′ hear somethin' loud in this bitch
I′m really proud of myself 'cause I changed and you know I changed
If I didn′t change, you woulda been dead, bust brains
At the skatin' ring, we made the biggest niggas tuck chains
Black tee got nut stains, how this happen? Got gold chains
She got my name tatted, not one but two time
My nigga lil′ bih too fine, built her from the ground up
Sent the emoji with the sand goin' down, your time up
Always trippin' ′bout some shit, go check your shoes and tie ′em up
And I was broke, but that's fixed
Can′t beef about no bitch, give her back like an assist
I'm out my shirt, ju′ mixed the drugs up, this ho hittin'
I can′t never cut her off, know how to suck dick
Reminicin' 'bout her, I don′t hear nothin′ 'bout this ho spittin′
Cut the traction off on the 'Cat (skrrt), love gettin′ nasty
My nigga sellin', his trap house smashin′
Why you tryna go to war and broke? I'm just askin'
I ju′ wanna know before we put you in that casket
Uh-ah, ay, Lil B, how much beat we got left? (You got ′bout 20 seconds left)
Okay, and that's how long it take when we pull up and let these fullies out
Been in that car, still in that car, get out that car, you′re rapper, nigga
I am not no fuckin' rapper, you know I′m a smacker, nigga
Writer(s): Ladarius Odum, David Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

