[Intro:Juicy J & Logic]
(What Juicy say?)
(He be like "Shut da fu*k up!")
Mr. Cap
I think it's 'bout time, mane
You tell these motherfu*kas how you start your day, mane
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I just brought that motherfu*kin' packets so you know it's him
I done been broke, I promise that I'll never go again
Say it if I want to, I could never hold it in
Right there in your face, time I never waste
Break it down and roll it up, I made it out of nothing
Will I ride for my ni**as when it's time? That ain't a question
Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
Throwing up that Taylor Gang and after that it's neighborhood
I know what I'm up against and I ain't on the fence
Y'all know what I represent, I'm in my element
Rolling up a paper and get high to the sky
All my homies repping Taylor Gang or Die-da-da-da
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it
(Project Pat)
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I was shooting K's with the mask, kick doors for the stash
Now I ride in Calabasas wit' a mil' stashed
Broke ni**as still moving slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this ho, I like fast cash
Haters like a bad rash, fu*k with me we gon' clash
Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes
Diamonds on my teeth, these b*tches ain't keepers
But they'll su*k you dry just like they mosquitoes
I'm the sh*tter, my dick stroke, ya girl get-uh
From crumbs to the brick-uhs, got su*kers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis thirteenth of liquor
Robbers gettin' weak, don't fu*k with this ni**a
Money flipper, hundred K on me now
You funny ni**as, Jim Carrey cable guys
You stay cappin' but ain't havin' a fu*kin' dime
A man beggin' like a b*tch should be a fu*kin' crime
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it (Leh-go)
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it (Leh-go, leh-go, leh-go, leh-go)
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Riding in the backseat, b*tch, I'm a boss
You can hit the cup but try not to nod off
Told her "Slob on my knob 'til my knob fall off"
Yeah, I got a job for you, you gon' have to call off
Backseat, feet up, weed up
Thick b*tch, redbone, double D cup (Mmm-hmm)
Backseat, no this ain't no taxi (Nope)
Chopper on the seat, that b*tch right beside me (Boop-boop)
Rich ni**a sh*t, you know how the vibe be
fu*kin' on a rich b*tch, I'ma let her ride me (Always)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money but my ni**as grimey (Always)
Cup full of mud, this sh*t gets slimy, in the—
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it
Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it
ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it