Russ Millions - Backseat lyrics

(Gotcha) chat dem ah chat, attack me─
Fuck on the back seat─
Khalaas me, bedroom bully gyal─
Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you're tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off─

Yo grab it, grab it slap it
Tap it then fire, racket
So go rapid, man need the matic
So massive, won’t fit in my jacket
Buni's manic, he's a different savage
Passive, catch him in traffic
Au-au-automatic, but pull up, crash it
Cali addict, on a different planet
Don’t compare me to other guys
Heard my voice and she
Start gettin' butterflies
Thing don't jam, that's why that's my type
Bro don't hop out the whip, let's drive-by
Got one hand in the air, no high five
Big man ting, why the opps still lie-lie
You know Russ, but your girl knows Shy-Shy
Gyal tek wood, makes her scream out die-die

Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you're tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie
Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you’re tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie

Cali weed, I love lick him down with that
Take time when I hit it
Sh-Sh-Sh-She grabbed man’s dick with acrylics
More time, anywhere I go I stay wid it
And If I don't, brodie’s rollin' wid it
Killy milly, took the scene on violence
Dropped one tune, left the haters silent
You might see me with E and ZT
SOS, if they're anti-green
H double S, head shot specialist
Swing my arms, tryna dip mans head
C double S, chest shot specialist
Dip, dip, splash, tryna tear up flesh
B double S, bedroom specialist
Russ don't play, leave the usna wet

Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you’re tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie
Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you're tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie

My head gets hot, mad like Wiley
You don't like me, gyal wanna pipe me
Mek a man try me, Russ get lively
Corn, can, 32s come so tiny
Sexy Ivy, rates me highly
Double tap, IG, fuck CID
Wanna dick down Steff, but it's unlikely
Love a brown skin ting like I love lighties
Watch them man dash, car shoulda crashed
My man looks shook in the pass
Do him up same way we done
Me and bro, that's headshot gang
Check the charts now, they're big-big mad
I rubbed the opps out and it hurt 'em bad
In the back seat, where your bird got shagged
Might hold the G lock, for a Birkin bag

Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you're tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie
Chat dem ah chat, they cannot attack me
Gun lean, gyal get fuck on the back seat
Tek time baby, you're tryna khalaas me
Bedroom bully gyal, tek off ya pantie