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drakeo the ruler - backseat bandit (remix) lyrics

[intro: iamsu!]
hbk gang and the stinc team, n-gga
free the drakeo
hbk, n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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
f-ck all that dumb sh-t, i won’t give her one twix
but i will get her ssn and car 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 n-ggas you barebacking?”
you curving n-ggas on the ‘gram, but you’s a backseat bandit
i told the b-tch i was too busy flu flammin’ mansions
you curving n-ggas 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 b-tch better bring back (racks)
you wifin’ a ho, you better get that ring back (b-tch)
the tw-t got elastic, backseat bandit (haha)
she ate two xanax, f-ckin’ without a plastic (ugh)
she drastically out of pocket, she get her -ss kicked
sucking d-ck with dry lips, get her a chapstick
saysothemac, king of firin’ a f-g b-tch
broke -ss n-ggas mad ’cause they ain’t got a bag, b-tch (b-tch)
pull up at the slauson just to polish my t–th (bling)
i had to break the lil’ b-tch before she polished my meat

[interlude: drakeo the ruler]
d-mn, baby, haha
i’m trying to figure out what’s going on, like
sh-t, like, you on like curving and all that, like
b-tch, all that, them followers and all that sh-t, yeah
hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
like, like, you the bareback champion, b-tch, like

[verse 3: drakeo the ruler]
clowns, they all hating
n0body 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 n-ggas dorks, all you n-ggas 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 n-ggas jaycats, i’m flu flammin’ off paypal
ten mopsticks all in the couch and my k filed
but don’t n0body know you when the d.a. playing foul
and all these b-tches want you when they hear you getting out
but i ain’t f-ckin’ with ’em, the f-ck i look like, a clown? godd-mn

[outro: drakeo the ruler]
hahahaha, i’m saying though, ayy, ayy, free everybody
y’all know, y’all know what’s up
b-tch, you know what them seats look like, b-tch, hahahahaha
oh sh-t, haha

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