Backseat Bitch

Drop

Ride with or drive the backseat bitch

Slide quick, let the night get lit

Hook

Ride with or drive the backseat bitch

Slide quick, let the night get lit

One hand on the wheel, other on a bad decision

Cowbell clap, 808s in the transmission

Ride with or drive the backseat hoe

Midnight veins, let the city move slow

If you scared, hit the door, don’t speak, just dip

We don’t love, we just lust with a loaded lip

Verse 1

What in the hell you thinkin’

Clubbin’ up all night drinkin’

Gettin’ ratchet in the bathroom

Key bumpin’ yayo got you geekin’

Now you tryna act sweet, but your heart on mute

Chrome in the streetlight, watch it shine on the coupe

Talkin’ big for the ‘Gram, but you fold in the truth

I don’t chase, I replace, I’m a ghost in the booth

Swerve, swerve, tires chirp, asphalt sermon

Candy paint, codeine haze, whole crew lurkin’

Cigarette burns on the seats, still pristine

You a red flag queen with a gasoline dream

Pre-Hook

Say you down for the ride? Prove it

No brakes, no prayers, just music

If the law come close, we cruise it

Disappear in the smoke like—who is it?

Hook

Ride with or drive the backseat bitch

Slide quick, let the night get lit

One hand on the wheel, other on a bad decision

Cowbell clap, 808s in the transmission

Ride with or drive the backseat hoe

Midnight veins, let the city move slow

If you scared, hit the door, don’t speak, just dip

We don’t love, we just lust with a loaded lip

Verse 2

Phone buzz, fake love, where you at, ignore it

You want a fairytale? Baby, I’m the horror

I’m the cut on the beat, I’m the hush in the chorus

I’m the shadow in the mirror when the bad gets gorgeous

Pop out, head low, hoodie on, no talking

Back alley ballroom, speakers keep walkin’

Chopped voice sample say damn in the distance

While you dance with regret like it’s part of your fitness

If you lie, I laugh, I don’t cry, I drift

Catch me in the night where the sins get gifts

Two fingers to the sky, then I grip that shift

Whole world on pause when the bassline hits

Hook

Ride with or drive the backseat bitch

Slide quick, let the night get lit

One hand on the wheel, other on a bad decision

Cowbell clap, 808s in the transmission

Ride with or drive the backseat hoe

Midnight veins, let the city move slow

If you scared, hit the door, don’t speak, just dip

We don’t love, we just lust with a loaded lip

Outro

Ride… ride… ride… (no sleep)

Slide… slide… slide… (too deep)

Night mode, headlights, bad vibes, good beat

If you want it, come get it—if not, backseat.