Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Project Pat - Backseat Lyrics

(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")

Mr. Cam
I think it's 'bout time, man
You tell these motherfuckers how you start your day, man

I just brought that motherfuckin' pack in 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 the question
Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
Throwing up that Taylor Gang, then 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

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 (Taylor)
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
Niggas just talk but I'm livin' it (Project Pat)

I was shooting K's with the mask, kick door for the stash
Now I'm ridin' Calabasas with a mil' stashed
Broke niggas still moving slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this ho, I like fast cash
Haters like a bad rash, fuck with me we gon' clash
Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes
Diamonds on my teeth-ass, these bitches ain't keepers
But they'll suck you dry just like they mosquitoes
I'm the shit-ah, my dick stroke your girl get-ah
From crumbs to the brick-ahs, got suckers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis thirteenth of liquor
Robbers get a wreath, don't fuck with this nigga
Money flipper, hundred K on me now
You funny niggas, Jim Carrey, Cable Guys
You stay cappin' but ain't have been 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, leggo)
Niggas just talk but I'm livin' it (leggo, leggo)

Ridin' in the backseat, bitch, I'ma 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 (of work today)
Backseat, feet up, we up
Thick bitch, red bone, double D cup (mm-hm)
Backseat, no, this ain't no taxi (nope)
Chopper on the seat, that bitch right beside me (boom, boom)
Rich nigga shit, you know how the vibe be
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

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