Mia_stixks - Backseat Lyrics

DT Beats
I'm punching in in this song, I ain't tryna punch no Glocks
75, hundred for a strike, you better come right
My opps see me in his dreams, I told him come into the light

We in competition with the fiends, it's a dogfight
Nigga lied and said he didn't snitch, we know your handwriting
Test drive the track hard, go f*ck around and have to bite
Get his head knocked off smooth for thinking I was lying

7.6, twos and four fives, we don't do nines
I'ma tweak on any song, I don't need no cosign
The hoes show me pictures of me cheating, I have to act blind
All you wanna feature, all you gotta pay that fine

Getting in my target, had to double back, rewind
I'ma split his ass with this K, he got his ass devised
My shooter waiting on me to shoot, I gave him a head nod
How the f*ck you tryna beef with no pape, that shit odd

Boy, that shit odd
Bitch, let me see them ta-tas
Bullet hit his back, came out his f*cking thigh
I ain't on no freaky shit, do I look like Ply

I high-five your ass to get back before you get fried
He on the black, I'll flatline a nigga, he got his ass ironed
Smoking on these dead niggas, boy, I'm so high
Side got me looking Chinese, call it konnichiwa

Spend this bitch till it click, boy, I'm tryna make him die
This ain't no normal A.R.P., boy, it cost about a thot
Shot my first 10 milli, boy, I was like, wow
Doing all that yapping, boy, what is it about

When we left his mans like a stream B, he caught out
All you said to IRS, called you, what is the amount
I'ma text your ass every time and ain't no discount
Don't fully got too much recoil, you know I had to mount it

Last time your ass shredded me, so now I gotta count it
All you said you was gonna do, what? Boy, I highly doubt it
Bro made a hundred racks, nigga, in one week
Pissed a whipping nigga in this shit, now he got a B

Check that nigga pulse, I think he dead, he ain't got no heartbeat
I ain't never drive, I'm hopping right out that backseat
I'ma vet at this shit, I think I'ma leave
I ain't never drive, I'm hopping right out that backseat

I'ma vet at this shit, I think I'ma leave