Backroom

Pistol poppin' load the clip Roll the window do a hit Pistol poppin' load the clip Roll the window do a hit Pistol poppin' load the clip Roll the window do a hit Pistol poppin' load the clip Roll the window do a hit Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do Junkie wit a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom Bitch, you talk to much, she ain't saying nun All these fake assumptions But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga Never heard of some But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga If he give her drugs She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her I got two phones, one for the whoa, uh Hello, you can catch me with a woe Prolly fuckin' on the woe Fill the blank I know you know Solo baby, I got things you never seen And I can prolly show you, baby Make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame No wonder why it doesn't feel nice This record bass is boomin' Now these bitches wanna feel Mike I don't need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly Been that nigga before I had figures I got two hoes one juked your bro (Hello) a hoe she gone do it for a note Or a gram to feel a bro Gettin' high before a show Junkie baby doesn't care about the message Just about the feelin', baby But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga Never heard of some But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga If he give her drugs She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her I remember I was shipped to work But now I skip to work, so I could sip the work We kick a door before I stick a four Right before I make the pockets hurt I held it down so now I'm coming up My money doubled up He got a gun to try and cover up Yo big dog is a - I'm a real nigga, ion' got no time for that shit I make hits I don't got no time to go do a hit Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix Remember niggas laughin' at me Said my music was shit But now I knocked over Domino's Pappadeaux's, I eat all steak now The grass got greener than the other side Bitch it's too late now I'm Hollywood we was cool yesterday Get out my face now I'm VIP anywhere I go But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga Never heard of some But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga If he give her drugs She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her