backseat by Brexton

In the backseat, these hoes be comin at me

These niggaz try to attack me

Do they know I'm an athlete?

Fuck with me, that's sweet, huh

Bitches know my songs just trap heat

Now a nigga fucked up, send the Addy

Imma go ahead and call up Maddie

Cus I need that cash, rap sheet

You really love all my good and bad beats, huh

 

Take you to the moon now a nigga know the gas leak

Make his fuckin brain leak, Imma do it like Rick Astley

Rickroll your ass, but maybe can you at least

Leave me da hell alone, niggaz call me Papi

And I know I don't make you too happy

But can we be friends? I don't want you to trap me

All my friends harass me, niggaz tried to blast me

Fuck with me, you fucked up badly

Woke up but then sadly, I realized, that this is exactly

Why I don't fuck wit these hoes, they so nasty

Imma mad beast, you can't handle dat heat

These niggaz know I'm half-me and half-beast

Sad happy, bipolar love, used to have a fat priest

No nigga, I won't stop till yo attacks ceased

I done caught them bodiez, wearin' khakis

The fuck am I gon' do? These hoes got bad teeth

And nigga don't you lie, you neva backed me

So now here we are hatin eachother, blacklist

That is the reason why I'm such an addict

Bitch we backlit, you should touch grass, bitch

I'm wit my gang Imma cap him, you wit yo gang, what will happen?

Bitch we 'on't care, call us Captain

Tell, what's the word? Is you lackin?

These motherfuckers end up like Michael Jackson

I ain't wanna overdose, but it'll prolly happen

Boy, we so established, these niggaz never practiced

How to tote a gun, so boy, it's magic, shit gets tragic

So fantastic, but why a nigga cappin?

You know I can't fuck around wit a bad bitch

She a bad bitch, she need a baptist

We need an exorcist, I ain't support this shit, this some bad shit

We comin at him, you know we rap swift, we rap quick

Tell us where yo dad is, we fucked yo dad's bitch

A nigga was a fascist, you know my rap's crisp

My rhymes so crisp, windows got a black tint

I attack it, impact it, this nigga be ratchet

Got guns in my jacket, why this nigga buryin the hatchet?

Catchin bodies, kill em all like they rabbits

These hoes be rabid, that boy in a casket

Why these niggaz put all they eggs in one basket?

You cannot catch me swear to god you can't catch it

Beat his ass wit a mallet. catch that boy fuckin lackin

Might have to let em know that the latch clicked

Fuck all of these hoes, my mama a slavist

Niggaz got the match lit, we be lightin matches

These niggaz can't handle madness

We grew up paintin the sadness, yea

All these people want N word passes

You fuck with us, we break yo glasses

We go to clubs, chicks shakin they asses

Fuck a lil nigga, show him to the masses

She my girlfriend, yea, we be skippin classes

I don't need no pass, bitch, fuck them hall passes

She gon talk all that shit, fuck around, get turned to ashes

Loggin off but shit takes practice, fuck your status

I keep them pills under my mattress, but I'm past it

We all past it cuz time be passin

Imma catch you trippin and that's a fact, bitch

 

Why a nigga actin like Travis? Change the way you actin

Nothing can change all your actions

These niggas cannot do fractions

We always got the damn distractions

Imma try my best to keep balance

I just wanna see yo reaction

Niggaz talk shit with a goddamn passion

Shut the fuck up, I guess shit just happens

Caught Rai hangin wit the Green Dragons

I fuck on your body and I do it with compassion

Nobody can do what I do, or match my fashion

We matchin, these niggaz gon meet my fast fists

He got a fat lip, huh, that's some bad shit

Nigga we get to packin like we Packgod on crack and

We get to crackin wit the MAC 10s, we trappin

We on these streets, bitch we ravished

I'm delighted the way I'm rappin, how bout we wrap this?

You can't rap this, and we livin so lavish

Love livin lavishly, but I will not drag it

And these hoes be in dem bodybags, yeah we track it

He trynna get his body back, he can't have it

He can't have me or have her or have this

I be up in the goddamn attic, I could care less, y'all made outta plastic

And a nigga tried to lie oh my, what a classic

This bitch like classical, bitch, I'm fully automatic

I don't care no more bout hot chicks, I care bout them contraptions

Huh, fuck off, you ain't no goddamn assassin

And you wanna lie to me, see what happens

You know what happened to that boy Saxon?

That boy be dead now, my heart be blackened

Yeah that boy be laughin, he won't be laughin

When the shots come he got to run, I gave him my rations

This is how he repays me? I call my gang no relaxin

That boy know damn well he relapsin, put him in the wagon

Niggaz don't know captions, black like the Bastion

Seatbelt fastened, girls in the back and

We be singin to our favorite songs, while niggaz prolly trash it

They trashed him, need myself a relaxant

I love dem drugs (love dem drugs), we done hacked in

My dawgs know hackin, this some abstract shit

Why he yappin? Hate how they braggin

They got me gaggin, I swear to god they laggin IRL

He need some paddin, mama always naggin

I can handle myself just fine thank you, bones snappin

Bones breakin necks snappin, cigarette draggin

Niggas can't imagine what I've seen and imagined

Used to wake up in the middle of the night cryin and lashin

Out on my mama cuz I was fucked up in the head and

My life was fucking saddened and my mind was fucking maddened

Got addicted to the madness, we was attackin and trackin

Dem hoes, she gon put on some chapstick

Fuck what you say nigga, y'all need more staffin

Bust in wit the guns, now the whole party crashin

Hoes crashin out blackin out we in them trapping house, we trap the mouse

Now a nigga get to crackin no time for chattin

Hoes be latchin onto us like a parasite, paralyzed, now we dashin

Out the house out the crime scene, we got used to the stabbin

Backstabbin is unacceptable, regrettable, harassin

These hoes, cuz I'm so done with this rappin

My beast be thrashin, waitin to be set free, but that won't happen

It won't happen no no

 

In the backseat, these hoes be comin at me

These niggaz try to attack me

Do they know I'm an athlete?

Fuck with me, that's sweet, huh

Bitches know my songs just trap heat

Now a nigga fucked up, send the Addy

Imma go ahead and call up Maddie

Cus I need that cash, rap sheet

You really love all my good and bad beats, huh