Christxphvr - backshots (feat. munewell) Lyrics

Hah
I just put 4 in my soda
I just mixed that yeah
Inside of that cola
I'm tripping and sober
My bitch is bipolar
My mom raised a soldier
I'm tryna get Bentleys and Lambos and Rovers
I walked in this bitch and I'm dripping in loafers
Lane in his lung like hit not gon smoke him
I'm f*cking a milf but she think I'm older
Hah
Wet
Just like the ice when it froze on my neck
Your bitch wanna f*ck so I called her a jet
That boy ass tripping, yeah he not a threat
I'm f*cking this slut and I'm taking her bread
Should just kill yourself boy, totally retched
I'm sipping on Sprite and I mix it with red
Put a gun to my head, I don't care if I'm dead
I know that some bad bitches up inside heaven that's giving good head
This bitch always blad but she cannot be sober
I swear this bitch off of some meth
Jit like I'm Koby: I'm up in the finals
Threw this bitch right in the air
I Told that bitch: "I do not care"
Like I'm Kurt Angle: I put that bitch right in the maf*cking leg like on top on my maf*cking bed

Stop (hehe hahaha heh)
What the f*ck, dude? (haha haha hah)

Kay
I pop a perky and ex
Shorty just called me, she wanna have sex
This feature ain't free, just write me a cheque
I'm rocking a tech up inside of this tech

Like Lil Tay they be faking my death
Like Lil Tecca they say that I'm dead
I stole your bitch and she kissing my neck
I f*cked your bish and she giving me head
Blast with my pencil, I'm giving her lead
Giving me nothing but moans and I'm making it stretch
Yo, when I'm f*cking we breaking your bed, yeah
Making this bread
Dick got her dripping and making her spread
When she be f*cking with you she be faking that shit
She's faker than shit with your f*ck little dick
She drop it on me like a burden
I'm popping these perks with no permits
Making it burn with no furnace
Y'all rhyming your shit with no purpose
Yeah, yeah
I'm rowdy and rich like suburban
I rap round your head like a turban
She's sipping on me like I'm bourbon
We taking these turns like we swerving
Hah
Okay
I don't wanna end up with another baddie with another booty that's not as big and bad as yours
(F*ck)
But I better get a booty call
Okay
And I gotta write it on the wall
Up inside the bathroom stall
She's screaming my name in the hall
F*ck it, we ball
It's on
I clock in with my glock in
I clock out with my cock out
I'm a f*ckboy and her f*ck toy
If we playing you finna get knocked down
You a f*cking clown
I'm a f*cking king
I'mma steal your queen and I'mma make her sing
I'mma f*ck her in your wedding ring
I'mma cuck you every other day
Haha hah hah, what the f*ck?
I don't wanna wait it
So I gotta hit it
And I gotta tell the waiter that I want it now or later
But the batter better be than motherf*ckers who get offended when I'm up inside of the building
Spitting butter better than a motherf*cker who wanna get it
I gotta bill it when I gotta kill it
When I'm back inside the building
When I fill it with the shit and I bin it
When I pin it when I kill em
And I eat it when I win it when I'm back
Chrisy
I'm sipping lean and I'm feeling light headed
I'm steady feenin' for bussin' spaghetti
"I'm ready, I'm ready" like Spongebob
'Cause f*cking your mom is a real job
She plating my sketti and getting my rocks off
Your cuck dad ain't a cockblock
And his small cock always stays soft
Hey batter, batter, swing
It's time to play ball
And I gotta be the winnest winner when I'm winning
I don't give a shit about a stupid ass opinion
F*ck it, I be dripping when I gotta be the winner
When I gotta kill it up inside the building
I'm back in the f*cking building
I'm here to f*cking kill it
And I'm backing in the f*cking building
I'm here to f*cking kill it
And I'm back in the f*cking building
When I be coming and ripping a syllable
Rappers are dumb and I gotta go kill em all, yeah
Chrisy