THE BCKRMS

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In the backrooms
Ima hot box
Man I'm really choking on the smoke
Got the sky views through the moon roof
To the stars where I'm tryna go
I'm back popping, the hoes flocking
I'm tryna pass them to the bro
She a hottie, I need her body
Girl drop that ass down to the floor
The double cup love, girl I'm off drugs
I don't think I'll make it home
Girl I'm love drunk, you like my blunt
I'm tryna hit you and then float
Rocking old Rick with the new fits
Baby I'm on my way to a show
Tryna stack chips with the money clips
Man I fell in love with all bank notes
Tryna stack it to the ceiling
This is my new way of living
I just popped me a Ritalin
Man what a wonderful feeling
I'm off three oxys and 'migos
I'm whipping the Tesla Roadster, tell me how is you gon' take my keys ho
Feeling drowsy, still speed home
Feeling untouchable, you can't replace me
My latest bitch went and had her a baby
Said she gon' trap me, man ain't that shit crazy
I dodged me a bullet just from being too lazy
I dodged me a problem, girl miss me with that
Her favorite body, she gon' miss me cause that
So when she leave, I know she coming right back
No bitch holding me down, no one keeping me back
Which do I rep, I come from two homes
King of the Monk and the prince of the O
I carry the city, no one touching my flow
F*ck the south side, f*ck the west side
Little nigga I come from the north
Come for my life, prepare to die
Little nigga, I keep me a pole
In the backrooms
Ima hot box
Man I'm really choking on the smoke
Got the sky views through the moon roof
To the stars where I'm tryna go
I'm back popping, the hoes flocking
I'm tryna pass them to the bro
She a hottie, I need her body
Girl drop that ass down to the floor
The double cup love, girl I'm off drugs
I don't think I'll make it home
Girl I'm love drunk, you like my blunt
I'm tryna hit you and then float
Rocking old Rick with the new fits
Baby I'm on my way to a show
Tryna stack chips with the money clips
Man I fell in love with all bank notes
Tryna make my own way to the top
I'm praying to God I don't flop
Way before this music shit, I been living my life like a boss
Living my life like a felon
Baby I'm clutching that weapon
That nigga want war, we send him to hell
Man his ass really thought he was going to heaven
Fendi bag or the Prada bag
I don't know what's big enough to hold these racks
Do him bad, do him sad
Man it's really true, I do not f*ck with these rats
F*ck these niggas in my city
I press them full court like I'm Smitty
That's a M-town bar, I know you don't get it
Your bitch gon' choose for a couple of fifties
Your bitch gon' choose when I get in her ear
When she with me, you disappear
Said she loyal, let's put it to the test
I promise that bitch gon' be holding me dear
That bitch gon' be really holding me near
Feeling like I should ghost this ho
She gon' be waiting for me to reappear
In the backrooms
Ima hot box
Man I'm really choking on the smoke
Got the sky views through the moon roof
To the stars where I'm tryna go
I'm back popping, the hoes flocking
I'm tryna pass them to the bro
She a hottie, I need her body
Girl drop that ass down to the floor
The double cup love, girl I'm off drugs
I don't think I'll make it home
Girl I'm love drunk, you like my blunt
I'm tryna hit you and then float
Rocking old Rick with the new fits
Baby I'm on my way to a show
Tryna stack chips with the money clips
Man I fell in love with all bank notes

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