backrooms lyrics carti | Playboi Carti Lyrics (“BACKR00MS” lyrics)

“BACKR00MS”
(feat. Travis Scott)

[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I’m throwing that bih’ like a quarterback
Standing in the field, holding a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holding me a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback

Ice on my face, whoa, bitches tryna chase, whoa
I ain’t ever flake, whoa, tell me, what it take? Whoa
Tell me what it takes, whoa, ooh, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, whoa, ho, I bang, bang, whoa
I’m with La Flame, gang, whoa, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don’t see below
And the hoes, they fucking the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, pink cups, I’m sipping flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don’t know why but we going dumb, ho
Shaking my dreads in her face, this bitch a little vibe, put her in my Demmo
Fuck how they talking, we popping this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I’m off the za and the Wock’, can’t feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she’s a trending 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, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I’m walking around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots (Ay, fuck the Internet, ha-ha)
Bitch tryna sneak pictures, I don’t give a fuck ’bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch

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In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I’m throwing that bih’ like a quarterback
Standing in the field, holding a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holding me a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don’t fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I’m by myself (By myself)
They got money on your top, who say you can’t buy health? (Tell the tale)
I’m feeling like Joe or something, like Terror Squad, we blowing something (Hah)
She popping them 30s, thinking they working, but they ain’t doing nothing (Woo)
She doing Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)
That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move something (Iffy)
Like improve something, just don’t you remove nothing (Don’t you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumping, we got reggaeton bumping (Ha)
I need me two cumming, double-double, quick Drummond (It’s lit)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool’s coming (Yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I’m throwing that bih’ like a quarterback
Standing in the field, holding a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holding me a bomb
Throwing that ho like a quarterback

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