BACKROOMS Lyrics : This song sung by Playboi Carti & Travis Scott is a brand-new addition to the English music, featured in the album “Music”. Lyrics of this song are written by Playboi Carti, Travis Scott and music for this track was produced by Ojivolta.
BACKROOMS Song Details
Singers : Playboi Carti, Travis Scott
Album : Music
Lyrics : Playboi Carti, Travis Scott, Cardo, Mark Williams, Raul Cubina
Music : Ojivolta, Cardo
BACKROOMS Lyrics
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
Standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, hold me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
Ice on my face, woah, b*tches tryna chase, woah
I ain’t ever flake, woah, tell me what it take? Woah
Tell me what it takes, woah, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah
I’m with La Flame, gang, woah, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don’t see below
And the hoes, they f*ckin’ the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, big cups, I’m sippin’ flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Ni*gas want a problem with the gang, man, I don’t know why but we goin’ dumb, ho’
Shakin’ my dreads in her face, this b*tch a lil’ vibe, put her in my demo
F*ck how they talkin’, we poppin’ this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I was just zombie, boy, can’t feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she’s a trendin’ topic so I’m tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I’m out, hit it one time, then you out
Uh, f*ck all these b*tches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I’m walkin’ around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots (Ayy, f*ck this internet)
B*tch tryna sneak pictures, I don’t give a f*ck ’bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
Standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, hold me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback (Yeah, yeah)
Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don’t f*ck with 12 (F*ck with 12)
Not in this b*tch by myself, but I’m by myself (By myself)
They got money on your top, who say you can’t buy help? (Tell the tale)
I’m feelin’ like Joe or somethin’, like Terror Squad, we blowin’ somethin’ (Hah)
She poppin’ them 30s, thinkin’ they workin’, but they ain’t doin’ nothin’ (Woo)
She doin’ Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)
That shit a look iffy, need her thick, needed her to move somethin’ (Iffy)
Like it prove somethin’, just don’t you remove nothin’ (Don’t you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin’, we got reggae too bumpin’ (Ha)
I need me two cummin’, double-double, quick Drummond (It’s lit)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool’s comin’ (Yeah)
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
Standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, hold me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback