Backseat

Woes of the world weighin' on me I need something to get through the night Stackin' my bread up, I'm watching it grow slowly I see angels when I look to my side (Look) I got a bag of breesh up in the backseat, I got a bad bitch in the front Don't try to tax me You get what you deserve, nah you not gettin' what you want It could get nasty, yeah I brought the freak outta ya It's hard to go wrong when you can tell when lil' shorty ain't looking for love Got me out my mind, do this shit every time I'll be your captive audience, long as you do it right Know that we prolly got history if shorty be on this side You can hit me when you need that, just know we gonna be up all night Had to tell her not to get too excited, I'm gettin' and spendin' that paper Ex be hittin' my phone, I bet she ain't know that we were just laid up F*ck it, I'll deal with it later Hop on and ride to the cadence If nothing about it is basic Might graduate to my main one Steppin' out and all I'm seein' is vibes I brought bro with me, he not used to this, he double-checkin, rub his eyes Settin' the play up, it's a lay-up They fuckin' with it, not surprised And when it's bouta be the end of the night She whisper that she wanna ride, now I got a I got a I got a Bag of breesh up in the backseat, I got a bad bitch in the front Don't try to tax me You get what you deserve, nah you not gettin' what you want It could get nasty, yeah I brought the freak outta ya It's hard to go wrong when you can tell when lil' shorty ain't looking for love (In the backseat) in the backseat (Shorty be) (tryna get at) Tryna get at me