Ms. Backseat Love / The Gut Feeling lyrics

Ms. Backseat Love

[Intro]
Tory: Hello? Yo Lucille, what's good?
Lucille: What's up?
Tory: Yo shawty, I'm up on block 212 with my n*ggas, what you doin'?
Lucille: Where you at?
Tory: I'm on the westside, where you at?
Lucille: I need to get the hell up outta here
Tory: 'Cause?
Lucille: My man trippin'

[Chorus]
I know you heard about me
So what's the word about me?
That me and my n*ggas done came up
And she gotta remember he weak
So she grindin' on me, perfect timin' on me
In the backseat of my Ranger
Shawty, I'm gon' put it down, down
Shawty, I'm gon' put it down, down
Shawty, I'm gon' put it down
Shawty, I'm gon' put it down, down
I'm caught up in the motherf*ckin'
Backseat with your love
[Interlude]
Nah, I'm tryna keep it real with y'all n*ggas, man
Ya know what I'm sayin?
Like this sh*t sound crazy but happen, you know what I'm sayin?
Shawty f*cked me in the back of my car n*gga, I call her backseat love n*gga
Lil Ms. Backseat Love
(Tell us how it happened n*gga)
You know what I'm sayin'?
It happened like woopty woo, pass me the blunt
So like woopty woo, shawty, came through
And I was like, "Yo hop in the whip"
We sip, we smoke
Shawty just started coming onto the Fargo so I'm like
Yo I've gotta take her down like Chris Brown, baby
You know what I'm sayin'?
Took her to the backseat
Whum whum n*gga we get it in
But here's the crazy part though
Remember homie we slit on the other day?
It's this n*gga's b*tch
It's homie b*tch my n*gga
(Bro get the f*ck out of here)
Yeah, risky business, n*gga
He said I ain't gon' front though
Like I still f*ck around and hit that b*tch like today, my n*gga
Like this sh*t crazy, n*gga
That head top was crazy, I'm tryna go up
Ya feel me, n*gga?
The Gut Feeling

[Verse]
As I stand on my toes, playin' my boss
My foot leg in the snow cold
As the window brim when it breeze and it blow
Try to live like Christ in the image of 'em
But life with these n*ggas from a lost breed, double crossin' thoughts to breed in
Droppin' out with no job, made it hard to succeed, f*ck
I'm puttin' in work but I'm stuck
I'm pushin' this work but it sucks
Down in that third like my worth made bucks, f*ck it
I'm livin' amongst rugged n*ggas that go f*ck with n*ggas
With f*ckin' digits and as long as they surround your kin
Come and kick it, oh f*ck with the one
Nothin' under this sun exquisite
Sink into my stomach as I laugh and brag with some of my youngiin's from this rotten onion
Just the thought alone that shawty havin' my phone and number
Hit my call, I knew that there was more in store for me
The rock inside, I knew that it was more important for me
10, but ain't this who I am?
Convincin' myself dear mama, wasn't gon' tell 'em that
She got them rolled on and drop low's, exploded 4's on 'em
I know she knows wussup, nowhere to go but up