Backseat Bandit lyrics

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Then, then come to the mic like sh*t, n*gga
And I made this off the green, I couldn't find no more lean
It's bad, b*tch
Oh sh*t
Ugh

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Clowns, they all hate me
Nobody never gave me nothing, on my baby
Where was you when I was hittin' gates in Maisons?
Scuff marks and I just bought these yesterday
Bag chasing, in the coupe drag racing
These n*ggas dorks, all these n*ggas will get torched
We know who winning, you ain't gotta check the score
Off this mud, I'm abusing Morton Grove
Off a twenty, I would say I'm more than poured
These n*ggas jaycats, I'm flu flamming off PayPals
Ten mopsticks all in the couch in my case files
But don't nobody know you when the D.A. playing foul
And all these b*tches want you when they hear you getting out
But I ain't f*ckin' with 'em, the f*ck I look like, a clown? Goddamn

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her, "Baby, what's up with all them n*ggas you barebacking?"
You curving n*ggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the b*tch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving n*ggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit
[Verse 2: SaysoTheMac]
SaysoTheMac, I'm flu flamming her trap
Backseat with the trick, busting bareback
Twenty hunduns what the b*tch better bring back (Racks)
You wifing the ho, you better get that ring back (b*tch)
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit
She ate two Xanax, f*ckin' without a plastic
She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked
Sucking di*k with dry lips, get her a chapstick
SaysoTheMac, king of firing a fag b*tch (Huh?)
Broke ass n*ggas mad 'cause they ain't got a bag, b*tch
Pull up at the Slauson just to polish my teeth
I had to break the lil b*tch before she polished my meat (Bling)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her, "Baby, what's up with all them n*ggas you barebacking?"
You curving n*ggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the b*tch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving n*ggas on the Gram but you's a backseat bandit

[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn, baby
I'm trying to figure out what's going on, like
sh*t, like, you wanna, like, curving and all that, like
b*tch, all that, all them followers and all that, b*tch, yeah
Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like, you the bareback champion b*tch, like
b*tch, you need to chill out, like
You know you was in that coupe goin' crazy
All she wanted to talk 'bout was like, "Damn, daddy"
She's a backseat bandit
I'm saying though, hey, hey, free everybody
Y'all know, y'all, y'all know what's happening
b*tch, you know what them seats look like, b*tch
(Shawn Beats)