​backrooms ‎OsamaSon

[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