backrooms

Lyrics

[Intro] (Seraph) (Seraph) (Seraph) (Boy, fuck you nigga) [Verse] (FUCK YOU NIGGA) Yeah-Yeah, yeah, uh—uhh, ya Who-Who-Who the fuck don't got no stacks? Yeah ho', yeah, yeah, yeah Yes-Yes i run up racks, you run up you get whacked (Whacked) Upping fye wit the stick, mad This two seat, that bit' crash (S-Skrr-Skrr-Skrr) You ain't pouring up red you cap (Cap) Got a bad ho' on my snap (My snap) Tryna send nudes get me jacked (Jacked) In this space coupe that bit fast (Flyrr-Flyrr, rrr) Finna hit a lick be right back (Yeah) In the backrooms wit a lot of racks, (Racks) In the backrooms, yeah—ya-ya (ya) Foreign-Foreign cars, foreign-foreign broads I-I go hard, pull-up in that H like check my car Sad about a ho', boy you too soft Walk-Walking up in Neiman i'on look at the cost You can get taxed you ain't getting no sauce Yo-Yo ho' bad but she look like she lost Hold-Hold my racks like "ooh ya" You-You-You get sleep— uh—uh, vampire but not leek Lo-Lo-Love, can't give a fuck can't show love On a high speed chase and i'm like "yolo" Yeah i got McClain on, i ain't rocking polo You can get shot nigga, aim at your polo You a broke, you a bum, you a fucking bozo Fuck-Fuck-Fuck your bro cause he not my bro [Bridge] (Nigga fuck yo' best friend i hope he die nigga) [Outro] (Fuck is he talking 'bout) Yeah-Yeah, yeah, uh—uhh, ya Who-Who-Who the fuck don't got no stacks? Yeah ho', yeah, yeah, yeah Yes-Yes i run up racks, you run up you get whacked (Whacked) Upping fye wit the stick, mad This two seat, that bit' crash (S-Skrr-Skrr-Skrr) You ain't pouring up red you cap (Cap) Got a bad ho' on my snap (My snap) Tryna send nudes get me jacked (Jacked) In this space coupe that bit fast (Flyrr-Flyrr, rrr) Finna hit a lick be right back (Yeah) In the backrooms wit a lot of racks, (Racks) In the backrooms, yeah—ya-ya (ya)