Backseat - Duwap Kaine

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Is that Chris?

Oh, oh

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

Nigga talk shit 'til his car got flipped

Pour me up, whole cup got sipped

ass bitch, I ain’t giving no tip

Thot ass bitch wanna give me lip

Fuck niggas wanna talk straight from they lips

My niggas all so they got

Trust nobody so I carry a

I’m a real nigga, let’s make this clear

Big 45, what’s this shit here?

Gotta get rich and bustdown my ear

I was taught to have no fear

I see a real nigga in the mirror

Can’t and shit when I steer

I was placed here to help my peers

Didn’t get shit, why you got a tear?

me some Ricky Rozay

She cheating on you, nigga watch your damn bae

I paid for the hair and I got her shit flayed

And that’s what she get for being my maid

I’m smoking on to finish this song

She calling me bro, know she in the wrong

I need me a bad bitch, Nia Long

You got you a rat bitch on your phone

I’m in LA, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

And I’m tryna sip on some Belaire

Ride with that Glock, you know I don’t care

This dope that I’m smoking send me to the air

Hold on lil' bro, get up in there

Designer shoes, need every pair

I’ma get a crib with a massage chair

My niggas ain’t coming, you gon' need a prayer

If you a fuck nigga, no, we not gon' spare you

Don’t try me lil' nigga, I dare you

And I’m pretty sure I don’t really scare you

But them bullets be flying, man, niggas get scared

Lil' bro, yeah, get up in there

Fuck that, let me get the autotune on

Gave me a what they on?

Big gangster shit, Al Capone

But I ain’t on what Al Capone on

I’m just tryna stick to flipping this dough

I’m just tryna stick to smoking that dope

I’m just tryna stick to riding in foreigns

I’m just tryna stick to stacking up fortunes

I can tell the future, I’m a fortune

We got in a shootout, made him forfeit

I took my braids out and I looked like

I put the dope in the blunt, touch the orbit

Bitch, why you still talking?

You so boring

Just copped some shit, I be scoring

I seen the police and I floored it

Y’all moving slow, nigga, like a tortoise

Punching this shit, nigga, Marcus Morris

Freestyling shit, nigga fuck a chorus

I’m stepping on shit, I’m a stegosaurus