Backseat Remix

[Anilyst Verse 1]: Express to suppress stress Set quest for the next best Imma wreck sets then collect checks Get your neck stretched if you pests test Leaving your chest as a flesh mess He be the next out the west, yes Keeping it fresh, don't expect less Even my sex is in excess Drank in my cup got my mind gone Haters can suck on my long john I came to erupt like a time bomb Swinging a punch with my right arm Making my bucks as I write songs Creating a buzz as an icon Crazy as fuck yet I'm quite calm Baby, I fuck with that lights on Music is knocking your sheet rock You could get rocked for your Reeboks Get your teeth knocked if you eavesdrop You're telling these cops that his heat's cocked Tell em leap off of this meat pop Downing three shots of that sweet Schnapps Seducing your ex for a screenshot Abusing the 'F' out her 'G' spot I don't give a fuck cuz I'm Cali raised Where dudes gettin' drunk off of Alize Where you can get dumped in them allyways Finding you slumped and without a face Even the jakes never found a trace Check out the way that we pound our bass Our music is simply a sound to praise Kid in the jungle that found his prey Fourteen, I started dreaming Living my life with a broader meaning Those who ain't follow can swallow semen Cuz now I got bitches and models screamin' Choke on a cock just to stop your breathin' Throwin' this bottle to call it even Broke it, watching it cause your bleeding Leaving your mother and father pleading Lighting a spliff so the pressure decreases Writing as if I was prepping a thesis You ain't impressed cuz your level's beneath us Dudes' trynna to step will get shredded to pieces Check for the second my record releases It's destined to spread like infectious diseases Verse 2: The kid's cool as a cold pool Old school but the flows new Get dough on his own two Kill shows cuz he's so cruel Pimp flows make a ho drool Kids grown, make his own moves Grip chrome, make your dome ooze Get gone off some cold brews Shit don't get hotter than this Check out the way he be droppin' his hits Swear to God that you don't want it with Lyst You can get dropped just for poppin' your lips You could get shot at if caught in the midst Homie let's get to the bottom of this You really think you want a problem with Lyst? Swallow on six hippopotamus dicks Real skills, don't rhyme like the rest My minimal shit leaves you highly impressed The way every syllable slides with the next Say bye to your life and say hi to your death Can you survive with that knife in your chest? You're gonna need more than just ice on your flesh Light up an L just to lighten the stress Hop in a cypher to sniper who tests Dudes in my clique, be itchin' to blast you Shoot at you till you're as stiff as a statue Snatchin your chick, bitch I won't ask you Having her suck on this dick like a vaccum Bitch, I'm as nuts as a handful of cashews (Bitch, I'm as nuts as a handful of cashews) Verse 3: Trashing my fists if this reaches a scuffle Fatten your lip as I feed you my knuckles Rapping that shit that could weaken your muscles Ask for the kid when you speak of the struggle Mad like a pitt tryna breathe through a muzzle Grabbin' the clip as I reach for the duffle Passionate spittin' it sweeter than truffles Crack ya bro quick till he's bleedin' in puddles Earning my pay cuz I spit it substantial Work for the day that I sit on a castle Those who gon' hate could go lick on an asshole Bitch I stay lit like a wick on a candle Dick is too big for these bitches to handle Still they be wishin' to get him in scandals Stick you with stitches to get you to scramble This is your life that you wishin' to gamble Making it clear that you really can't top me Haters gon' fear when he reach for the shotty Making your spirit release from your body Now you're deceased and you seem to be rotting Yeah, it's your lyrics I'm mocking Don't wanna hear them my ears will start popping Homie I mean it, it's merely exhausting People will fear when the beast will stop talking