Backseat Bandit (Remix)

[Intro: Iamsu!]
HBK Gang and the Stinc Team, nigga
Free the Drakeo
HBK, niggas know how we play
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Stu-Stu eighteen mainy, JuJus and J rainy
Suwop and Drakeo, the G.O.A.T.'s what they say lately
Skipped over Louboutins, I'm in LV trainers
Get medulla from thooters 'cause I'm a rich entertainer
You Supreme campin', I'm foreign blampin' and car stampin'
Got the Glock in the crib if niggas ever try flu flammin'
Backwood with two strands mixed, call that a loose cannon
I'm OT with an off-brand, I program her
You a ho hander, I never learned about those manners
If I'm not on your flatscreen, you on the wrong channel
2020 AMG, the seats mammal
Called Johnny Dang, told him put diamonds in my enamel
I'm a verified real rep, big step, big check
Out of town flexin' too hard, he bound to get blitzed
Fuck all that dumb shit, I won't give her one Twix
But I will get her SSN and card PIN
Yeah, you outside, but you a Backyardigan
I don't do the arguments, go finish who you started with
'Cause I ain't him, baby, Will and Jada, we ain't them, baby
Common sense, baby, I got ice on every limb, baby
Get a job, baby, I am not a Billy Bob, baby
Corny cob, baby, all this talkin' throw me off, baby
'Cause this P move in silence like a psycho
If I ain't on your top ten list, it's been a typo, gang

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Too busy flu flammin' 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 flammin' mansions
You curving niggas on the 'Gram, but you's a backseat bandit

[Verse 2: SaysoTheMac]
SaysoTheMac, I'm flu flammin' her trap (Pimp)
In the backseat with the trick, bustin' bareback
Twenty hunduns what the bitch better bring back (Racks)
You wifin' a ho, you better get that ring back (Bitch)
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit (Haha)
She ate two Xanax, fuckin' without a plastic (Ugh)
She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked
Sucking dick with dry lips, get her a chapstick
SaysoTheMac, king of firin' a fag bitch
Broke ass niggas mad 'cause they ain't got a bag, bitch (Bitch)
Pull up at the Slauson just to polish my teeth (Bling)
I had to break the lil' bitch before she polished my meat

[Interlude: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn, baby, haha
I'm trying to figure out what's going on, like
Shit, like, you on like curving and all that, like
Bitch, all that, them followers and all that shit, yeah
Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like, you the bareback champion, bitch, like

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 chasin', in the coupe drag racin'
These niggas dorks, all you niggas will get torched
We know who winnin', 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 flammin' off PayPals
Ten mopsticks all in the couch and my K filed
But don't nobody know you when the D.A. 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

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Too busy flu flammin' 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 flammin' mansions
You curving niggas on the 'Gram, but you's a backseat bandit

[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Hahahaha, I'm saying though, ayy, ayy, free everybody
Y'all know, y'all know what's up
Bitch, you know what them seats look like, bitch, hahahahaha
Oh shit, haha