Mike Dimes - BACKROOM lyrics
[Mike Dimes - BACKROOM lyrics]
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window, do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy washy bitches wanna see what
All them racks do junkie wit' a face
She love to do it in the bathroom
Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much)
She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight)
All these fake assumptions
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she
Keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
I got two phones, one for the woah
(Uh, hello?) you can catch me with a woe
Prolly fuckin' on the woe
Fill the blank, I know you know
Solo baby, I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you, baby
Make make make you feel right
Fuckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
Record bass is boomin'
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
I don’t need to talk about that
Blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?)
A hoe, she gon' do it for a note
Or a gram to feel a bro
Gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby, doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin', baby (Uh, gang)
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she
Keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
I remember I would ship the work
But now I skip the work so
I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a four
I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm comin' up
My money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up
Your big dog is a (Uh)
I'm a real nigga
I'on't got no time for that shit
I make hit's
I don't got no time to go do a hit
(Ayy, ayy) remember Benji at the corner
Sellin' junkies a fix
Remember niggas laughin' at me
Said my music was shit (On gang)
But now I knocked
Over Domino's, Pappadeauxs
I eat on steak now
The grass got greener than
The other side, bitch, it's too late now
I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday
Get out my face now (On God)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang)
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she keep
Talkin' 'bout his clout nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
Roll the window, do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin', load the clip
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy washy bitches wanna see what
All them racks do junkie wit' a face
She love to do it in the bathroom
Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much)
She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight)
All these fake assumptions
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she
Keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
I got two phones, one for the woah
(Uh, hello?) you can catch me with a woe
Prolly fuckin' on the woe
Fill the blank, I know you know
Solo baby, I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you, baby
Make make make you feel right
Fuckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice
Record bass is boomin'
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
I don’t need to talk about that
Blizzy just to feel fly
Been that nigga before I had figures
I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?)
A hoe, she gon' do it for a note
Or a gram to feel a bro
Gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby, doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin', baby (Uh, gang)
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she
Keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her
I remember I would ship the work
But now I skip the work so
I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy)
Would kick a door before I stick a four
I make the, pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm comin' up
My money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up
Your big dog is a (Uh)
I'm a real nigga
I'on't got no time for that shit
I make hit's
I don't got no time to go do a hit
(Ayy, ayy) remember Benji at the corner
Sellin' junkies a fix
Remember niggas laughin' at me
Said my music was shit (On gang)
But now I knocked
Over Domino's, Pappadeauxs
I eat on steak now
The grass got greener than
The other side, bitch, it's too late now
I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday
Get out my face now (On God)
I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang)
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' with a trap nigga
Never heard of some but she keep
Talkin' 'bout his clout nigga
If he give her drugs, she gonna
Trade it for some mouth, nigga
Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her