Backseat Squash

[Intro]
Yo, 3lack, what the hell man

[Verse 1]
Pretend that I like her nails, just so I can smash (Uh), am I trash?
Bought 2 bells and a wap, leave, you laid out flat, khalas, bro, it's a wrap (Bap, bap)
Calamari to start a kebab (A kebab), bring out a rinse, or jump in the cab (In the cab)
She's a pretty lil' thing with a back (With a back), buy me a Monc's or a brand new wap (Pow)
Pretty as fuck and her friends come matchin' (Matchin')
If she ain't in Dior and Chanel (Chanel), I know mummy hates this gang ting
I can't have my brownin' bitchin' as well (I can't)
You see me, I roll deep with my demons (With my demons), woulda thought I was living in hell (Uh)
Six foot deep or locked up in jail, this typa smoke that you can't inhale (No, you can't)
I was with Sim and our ramzy's twinnin', now I'm with Skid on the Mway pissin' (Pissin', pissin')
She ain't seen this type of living before, she thinks I'm winnin' (She doеs)
The VV shine got her v-string drippin' (Uh), shе can't compose herself (She can't)
It's a Sprite 2 liter I'm sippin' (Yeah), I just can't control myself (No, I can't)
Any opp man see, man do (Gotta do), I just can't hold back myself (No)
I ain't a kid no more I just turn on the cooker and fry myself
(Fry him, fry him)
I don't window shop no more, walk up in Harrods and buy it myself (Myself)
I don't V on my T, I can't take no L (LV)
None of my niggas them sing like Adele (Nah)

[Chorus]
Backseat squash (Yeah), they don't wanna backseat squash (No)
They think "Fuck!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop (Bap)
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh
(No we ain't)
3 liter swerve in a mov (Sksk), baggy in the passy, you know how it rocks
Backseat squash (Yeah), they don't wanna backseat squash (No)
They think "Fuck!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop (Bap, bap)
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh
(No we ain't)
3 liter swerve in a mov (Sksk), baggy in the passy, you know how it rocks

[Verse 2]
Reload the corn in the cob
Anywhere we glide with waps, nonstop (It's right)
Bop wit the ting like COD (Mhm)
She felt bad and she gave me the drop
She don't know what she's done
Titanic, her ship just sunk (Sunk)
Rass suttin over and turn it runtz (Pow)
Suttin got smoked in the field back then, but it shoulda been a headless one (Headless one)
If you ain't got your chest well done, do it like all of your bros and run
The last time corn got banged, it shoulda been a M, what a treacherous one (Pow, pow ,pow)
I talk wass, uncensored stuff, anything I want is expensive love
I ain't ever seen two girls fight over a cunt both on the Tulse Hill thug (LT)
You see me I chat too much, I say I won't drink and I end up drunk
She can't handle her rum, and she can't shake what her marjay gave her (She can't)
I ain't no hero, I ain't gon' save her
She a bitch on the loose, can't tame her (Can't tame her)

[Chorus]
Backseat squash (Yeah), they don't wanna backseat squash (No)
They think "Fuck!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop (Bap)
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh
(No we ain't)
3 liter swerve in a mov (Sksk), baggy in the passy, you know how it rocks
Backseat squash (Yeah), they don't wanna backseat squash (No)
They think "Fuck!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop (Bap, bap)
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh
(No we ain't)
3 liter swerve in a mov (Sksk), baggy in the passy, you know how it rocks

[Outro]
Yo, 3lack, what the hell man