Backseat Remix

[Anilyst Verse 1]:
Express to suppress stress
Set quest for the next best
Imma wreck sets then collect checks
Get your neck stretched if you pests test
Leaving your chest as a flesh mess
He be the next out the west, yes
Keeping it fresh, don't expect less
Even my sex is in excess
Drank in my cup got my mind gone
Haters can suck on my long john
I came to erupt like a time bomb
Swinging a punch with my right arm
Making my bucks as I write songs
Creating a buzz as an icon
Crazy as fuck yet I'm quite calm
Baby, I fuck with that lights on
Music is knocking your sheet rock
You could get rocked for your Reeboks
Get your teeth knocked if you eavesdrop
You're telling these cops that his heat's cocked
Tell em leap off of this meat pop
Downing three shots of that sweet Schnapps
Seducing your ex for a screenshot
Abusing the 'F' out her 'G' spot
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm Cali raised
Where dudes gettin' drunk off of Alize
Where you can get dumped in them allyways
Finding you slumped and without a face
Even the jakes never found a trace
Check out the way that we pound our bass
Our music is simply a sound to praise
Kid in the jungle that found his prey
Fourteen, I started dreaming
Living my life with a broader meaning
Those who ain't follow can swallow semen
Cuz now I got bitches and models screamin'
Choke on a cock just to stop your breathin'
Throwin' this bottle to call it even
Broke it, watching it cause your bleeding
Leaving your mother and father pleading
Lighting a spliff so the pressure decreases
Writing as if I was prepping a thesis
You ain't impressed cuz your level's beneath us
Dudes' trynna to step will get shredded to pieces
Check for the second my record releases
It's destined to spread like infectious diseases

Verse 2:

The kid's cool as a cold pool
Old school but the flows new
Get dough on his own two
Kill shows cuz he's so cruel
Pimp flows make a ho drool
Kids grown, make his own moves
Grip chrome, make your dome ooze
Get gone off some cold brews
Shit don't get hotter than this
Check out the way he be droppin' his hits
Swear to God that you don't want it with Lyst
You can get dropped just for poppin' your lips
You could get shot at if caught in the midst
Homie let's get to the bottom of this
You really think you want a problem with Lyst?
Swallow on six hippopotamus dicks
Real skills, don't rhyme like the rest
My minimal shit leaves you highly impressed
The way every syllable slides with the next
Say bye to your life and say hi to your death
Can you survive with that knife in your chest?
You're gonna need more than just ice on your flesh
Light up an L just to lighten the stress
Hop in a cypher to sniper who tests
Dudes in my clique, be itchin' to blast you
Shoot at you till you're as stiff as a statue
Snatchin your chick, bitch I won't ask you
Having her suck on this dick like a vaccum
Bitch, I'm as nuts as a handful of cashews
(Bitch, I'm as nuts as a handful of cashews)

Verse 3:

Trashing my fists if this reaches a scuffle
Fatten your lip as I feed you my knuckles
Rapping that shit that could weaken your muscles
Ask for the kid when you speak of the struggle
Mad like a pitt tryna breathe through a muzzle
Grabbin' the clip as I reach for the duffle
Passionate spittin' it sweeter than truffles
Crack ya bro quick till he's bleedin' in puddles
Earning my pay cuz I spit it substantial
Work for the day that I sit on a castle
Those who gon' hate could go lick on an asshole
Bitch I stay lit like a wick on a candle
Dick is too big for these bitches to handle
Still they be wishin' to get him in scandals
Stick you with stitches to get you to scramble
This is your life that you wishin' to gamble
Making it clear that you really can't top me
Haters gon' fear when he reach for the shotty
Making your spirit release from your body
Now you're deceased and you seem to be rotting
Yeah, it's your lyrics I'm mocking
Don't wanna hear them my ears will start popping
Homie I mean it, it's merely exhausting
People will fear when the beast will stop talking