Lyrics:

(What Juicy say he be like)
('Shut da f- up!')
Mr. Cap
I think it's 'bout time, mane
You tell these m- how you start your day, mane
I just brought that m- 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 n- 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 neighbourhood
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
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
N- 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 n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
N- just talk but I'm livin' it (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 n- still moving slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this ho, I like fast cash
Haters like a bad rash, f- with me we gon' clash
Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes
Diamonds on my teeth, these b- ain't keepers
But they'll suck you dry just like they mosquitoes
I'm the s-, my d- stroke, ya girl get-uh
From crumbs to the brick-uhs, got suckers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis thirteenth of liquor
Robbers gettin' weak, don't f- with this n-
Money flipper, hundred K on me now
You funny n-, Jim Carrey cable guys
You stay cappin' but ain't havin' a f- dime
A man beggin' like a b- should be a f- crime
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
N- 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 n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it (Leh-go)
N- just talk but I'm livin' it (leh-go, leh-go, leh-go, leh-go)
Riding in the backseat, bitch, I'm a boss (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-, redbone, double D cup (mm-hmm)
Backseat, no this ain't no taxi (nope)
Chopper on the seat, that b- right beside me (noop-boop)
Rich n- s-, you know how the vibe be
F- on a rich b- I'ma let her ride me (always)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money but my n- grimey (always)
Cup full of mud, this s- gets slimy, in the-
Backseat killin' it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin' it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
N- 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 n- that she been with it
I'm the realest n- that she been with it
N- just talk but I'm livin' it