BACKROOM lyrics

[Intro]
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
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy washy b*tches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie wit' a face, she love to do it in the bathroom
b*tch, you talk too much (Talk too much)
She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight)
All these fake assumptions

[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap n*gga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she f*ckin' with a trap n*gga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, n*gga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, n*gga
f*ck with her, but don't f*ck with her

[Verse 1]
I got two phones, one for the woah (Uh, hello?)
You can catch me with a woe, prolly f*ckin' 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-make-make you feel right, f*ckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
Record bass is boomin'
Now these b*tches wanna feel Mike
I don’t need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
Been that n*gga before I had figures
I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?)
A hoe, she gon' 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 (Uh, gang)
[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap n*gga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she f*ckin' with a trap n*gga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, n*gga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, n*gga
f*ck with her, but don't f*ck with her

[Verse 2]
I remember I would ship the work
But now I skip the work so I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a four
I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm comin' up, my money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up, your big dog is a— (Uh)
I'm a real n*gga, I'on't got no time for that sh*t
I make hits, I don't got no time to go do a hit (Ayy, ayy)
Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix
Remember n*ggas laughin' at me, said my music was sh*t (On gang)
But now I knocked over Domino's, Pappadeauxs, I eat on steak now
The grass got greener than the other side, b*tch, it's too late now
I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday, get out my face now (On God)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap n*gga
Molly, coke, and weed, she think she f*ckin' with a trap n*gga
Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout n*gga
If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, n*gga
f*ck with her, but don't f*ck with her