Backseat

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