Backseat (feat. Guru Goldie)

Ay I'm in the backseat Ash in a napkin He textin me Ain't talkin to him I be on money You can't relate You ain't goin to the bank You not cashin out off plays You not havin a good day Bitch, I ain't ya fuckin bae Don't be callin me names yeah Checkin on you, you okay? Ay Put you in ya fuckin place You not in my fuckin way I be known for goin cray Talking crazy catch a fade I just wanna get paid All my homies be with me All that fake Be astray Shit stuck on you like a blade All I do is post up studio Call out all these bitches you a hoe They weren't fuckin with me back before Now they wanna be my friend bro Y'all so cheesy just like queso Make em move if I say so Where I'm from we be so cold Bitch that's my city Chicago bitch Ay this off the top of my head Don't give her dick make her beg yeah I live life close to the edge that's why I'm takin my meds yeah Niggas is built like a egg I'll put a crack in his head You could be trappin instead You won't move work cuz you scared You rather sit in the bed I put a bitch in a headlock She get cut off like my dreadlocks All of my ops get them red dots Just like a zombie get headshots I was out runnin them bands up Pickin up money can't stand up We can drop 4's in a Fanta Bitch I'm too cold like the winter Ay I'm known for all of these bars They tried to size me up par Now I gotta leave a scar Bullseye I'm scorin like darts Sweet and sour shit be tart Viibez be guidin yeah that part We snatch it right from the start Sippin henny it's galore Why you drinking for no reason? Ima go and get a legion I got bitches out here leechin Niggas out here really tweakin I don't wanna sign no label Big bags on the table Hella money in the way hoe Lil baby in the way though