Backseat

Yeah, uhh, uh yeah
Aye, you won't call me, you won't text me, you know I'm sorry
Text me, and you won't call me
I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry

I been off a xan, I don't know who I am
A bag on my neck, I put them racks on my wrist
I used to be down but now I'm cashing out these checks
You went and took my heart and you ripped it out my chest
I said that I was fine but I just want the pain to end
I pull up in the Benz, she sendin' pictures to her friends
I don't think I'll ever love another bitch again
You did me so wrong, I wish we never even met

I swipe a couple bands then I finesse the ATM
I got it on my own, nobody ever gave me shit
I'm only 17, whoever thought that I'd be rich
If I ever go broke, you know I'm back to hittin' licks

No, this ain't no coffee, got 7 Up with the Quali
Bitch, why won't you text me? Why the fuck won't you call me?
I just wanna tell you I miss you and I'm sorry
Posted up in the backseat and I'm falling off of an oxy
No, this ain't no coffee, got 7 Up with the Quali
Bitch, why won't you text me? Why the fuck won't you call me?
I just wanna tell you I miss you and I'm sorry
Posted up in the backseat and I'm falling off of an oxy

Yeah
Posted up in the backseat
Won't text me, won't call me
Just tell you I...
Yeah, just tell you that I'm sorry