Juicy J, Project Pat & Wiz Khalifa - Backseat

Juicy J, Project Pat & Wiz Khalifa - Backseat Lyric

What Juicy say? He be like
"Shut the fuck up"
Mr. Cap, I think it's 'bout time, mane
You tell these motherfuckers how you start yo' day, mane

I just brought that motherfuckin' 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 nothin'
Will I ride for my niggas when it's time? That ain't a question
Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
Throwin' 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
Rollin' up a paper, and get high to the sky
All my homies reppin' Taylor Gang or die-da-da-da (leggo)

Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (realer)
Niggas 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 nigga that she been with it (mmm)
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (mmm)
Niggas just talk, but I'm livin' it (Project Pat)

I was shootin' K's with the mask, kick doors for the stash (mmm-mmm)
Now I ride in Calabasas wit' a mil' stashed (skrrt)
Broke niggas still movin' slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this hoe, I like fast cash (mmm)

Haters like a bad rash, fuck with me, we gon' clash (uh)
Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes
Diamonds on my teeth, these bitches ain't keepers (mmm)
But they'll suck you dry, just like they mosquitoes (shee')

I'm the shitter, my dick stroke, ya girl get-uh
From crumbs to the brick-uhs, got suckers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis XIII of liquor
Robbers gettin' weak, don't fuck with this nigga

Money flipper, 100K on me now
You funny niggas, Jim Carrey cable guys
You stay cappin' but ain't havin' a fuckin' dime
A man beggin' like a bitch should be a fuckin' crime

Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it
Niggas 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 nigga that she been with it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (leggo)
Niggas just talk, but I'm livin' it (leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo)

Ridin' in the backseat, bitch, I'm a boss (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 (no work today)

Backseat, feet up, weed up
Thick bitch, redbone, double D cup (mhm)
Backseat, no, this ain't no taxi (nope)
Choppa on the seat, that bitch right beside me (boop-boop)

Rich nigga shit, you know how the vibe be (ayy)
Fuckin' on a rich bitch, I'ma let her ride me (always)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money but my niggas grimey (always)
Cup full of mud, this shit gets slimy, in the (ayy)

Backseat killin' it, got my feet up (yeah)
Bad shorty and she feelin' it (yeah, ayy)
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (leggo)
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (leggo, leggo)
Niggas just talk, but I'm livin' it (mhm)

Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it
I'm the realest nigga that she been with it (leggo)
Niggas just talk, but I'm livin' it