Backseat lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & Logic]
(What Juicy say?)
(He be like "Shut da f*ck up!")
Mr. Cap
I think it's 'bout time, mane
You tell these motherf*ckas how you start your day, mane

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I just brought that motherf*ckin' packets so you know it's him
I done been broke, I promise that I'll never go again
Say it if I want to, I could never hold it in
Right there in your face, time I never waste
Break it down and roll it up, I made it out of nothing
Will I ride for my n*ggas when it's time? That ain't a question
Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
Throwing up that Taylor Gang and after that it's neighborhood
I know what I'm up against and I ain't on the fence
Y'all know what I represent, I'm in my element
Rolling up a paper and get high to the sky
All my homies repping Taylor Gang or Die-da-da-da

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it
(Project Pat)
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I was shooting K's with the mask, kick doors for the stash
Now I ride in Calabasas wit' a mil' stashed
Broke n*ggas still moving slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this ho, I like fast cash
Haters like a bad rash, f*ck with me we gon' clash
Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes
Diamonds on my teeth, these b*tches ain't keepers
But they'll suck you dry just like they mosquitoes
I'm the sh*tter, my di*k stroke, ya girl get-uh
From crumbs to the brick-uhs, got suckers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis thirteenth of liquor
Robbers gettin' weak, don't f*ck with this n*gga
Money flipper, hundred K on me now
You funny n*ggas, Jim Carrey cable guys
You stay cappin' but ain't havin' a f*ckin' dime
A man beggin' like a b*tch should be a f*ckin' crime

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with (Leh-go)
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it (Leh-go, leh-go, leh-go, leh-go)
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Riding in the backseat, b*tch, I'm a boss
You can hit the cup but try not to nod off
Told her "Slob on my knob 'til my knob fall off"
Yeah, I got a job for you, you gon' have to call off
Backseat, feet up, weed up
Thick b*tch, redbone, double D cup (Mmm-hmm)
Backseat, no this ain't no taxi (Nope)
Chopper on the seat, that b*tch right beside me (Boop-boop)
Rich n*gga sh*t, you know how the vibe be
f*ckin' on a rich b*tch, I'ma let her ride me (Always)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money but my n*ggas grimy (Always)
Cup full of mud, this sh*t gets slimy, in the—

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
I'm the realest n*gga that she been with
n*ggas just talk but I'm livin' it