Drakeo The Ruler and SaysoTheMac - Backseat Bandit

Then, then come to the mic like shit nigga, haha
And I made this off the green, I couldn't find no more lean
Hahahaha, it's bad, haha, bitch, hahaha
Oh shit, hahaha

Haha, uh
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 niggas dorks, all you niggas 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 niggas jaycats, I'm flu flamming off PayPal
Ten mopsticks all in the couch in my case files
But don't nobody know you when the DA playing foul
And all these bitches want you when they hear you getting out
But I ain't fuckin' with 'em, the fuck I look like, a clown?
Goddamn

Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her, baby, what's up with all them niggas you barebacking?
You curving niggas on the 'Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving niggas on the 'Gram but you's a backseat bandit

SaySoTheMac, I'm flu flamming her trap (damn)
Backseat with the trick, busting bareback (huh)
Twenty hunduns what the bitch better bring back (racks)
You wifing a ho, you better get that ring back (bitch)
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit (uh)
She ate two Xanax, fuckin' with all the plastics (ugh)
She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked (pew-pew-pew)
Sucking dick with dry lips, get her a chapstick (uh)
SaySoTheMac, king of firing a fag bitch
Broke ass niggas mad 'cause they ain't got a bag, bitch (bitch)
Pull up at the Slauson just to polish my teeth (bling)
I had to break the lil' bitch before she polished my meat

Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her, baby, what's up with all them niggas you barebacking?
You curving niggas on the 'Gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving niggas on the 'Gram but you's a backseat bandit

Damn baby, haha
I'm trying to figure out what's going on, like
Shit, like, you on like curving and all that
Like, bitch, all them followers and all that, bitch, you got
Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like you the bareback champion, bitch, like
Bitch you need to chill out, like
You in that coupe goin' crazy, what you talkin' 'bout?
Like damn daddy
She's a backseat bandit
I'm saying though, hey, hey, free everybody, hey
Y'all know, y'all know what's up
Bitch, you know what them seats look like, bitch, hahahaha

Written by:
Darrell Caldwell, Deveion Toussant

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