Drakeo The Ruler, SaySoTheMac - Backseat Bandit lyrics

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

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 these 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 PayPals
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
Backseat with the trick, busting bareback
Twenty hunduns what the bitch
Better bring back (Racks)
You wifing the ho
You better get that ring back (Bitch)
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit
She ate two Xanax, fuckin' without a plastic
She drastically out of pocket
She get her ass kicked
Sucking dick with dry lips
Get her a chapstick
SaysoTheMac, king of firing a fag bitch
(Huh?) broke ass niggas mad 'cause they
Ain't got a bag, bitch
Pull up at the Slauson just
To polish my teeth
I had to break the lil bitch
Before she polished my meat (Bling)

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
I'm trying to figure out what's going on
Like shit, like, you wanna, like
Curving and all that, like
Bitch, all that, all them followers
And all that, bitch, yeah
Hundred, two thousand, three
Thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like, you the bareback champion bitch
Like bitch, you need to chill out, like
You know you was in that coupe goin' crazy
All she wanted to talk 'bout was like, "Damn
Daddy" she's a backseat bandit
I'm saying though, hey hey free everybody
Y'all know, y'all
Y'all know what's happening
Bitch, you know what them seats look like
Bitch (Shawn Beats)