Christxphvr - Backshots

〈verse 1: munewell〉
Hah
I just put 4 in my soda
I just mixed that yeah
Inside of that cola
I’m tripping and sober
My bitch is bipolar
My mom raised a soldier
I’m tryna get bentleys and lambos and rovers
I walked in this bitch and i’m dripping in loafers
Lane in his lung like hit not gon smoke him
I’m fucking a milf but she think i’m older
Hah
Wet
Just like the ice when it froze on my neck
Your bitch wanna fuck so i called her a jet
That boy ass tripping, yeah he not a threat
I’m fucking this slut and i’m taking her bread
Should just kill yourself boy, totally retched
I’m sipping on sprite and i mix it with red
Put a gun to my head, i don’t care if i’m dead
I know that some bad bitches up inside heaven that’s giving good head
This bitch always blad but she cannot be sober
I swear this bitch off of some meth
Jit like i’m koby: i’m up in the finals
Threw this bitch right in the air
I told that bitch: “i do not care”
Like i’m kurt angle: i put that bitch right in the mafucking leg like on top on my mafucking bed
〈break〉
Stop (hehe hahaha heh)
What the fuck, dude? (haha haha hah)

〈bridge: munewell〉
Kay
I pop a perky and ex
Shorty just called me, she wanna have sex
This feature ain’t free, just write me a cheque
I’m rocking a tech up inside of this tech

〈verse 2: christxphvr〉
Like lil tay they be faking my death
Like lil tecca they say that i’m dead
I stole your bitch and she kissing my neck
I fucked your bish and she giving me head
Blast with my pencil, i’m giving her lead
Giving me nothing but moans and i’m making it stretch
Yo, when i’m fucking we breaking your bed, yeah
Making this bread
Dick got her dripping and making her spread
When she be fucking with you she be faking that shit
She’s faker than shit with your fuck little dick
She drop it on me like a burden
I’m popping these perks with no permits
Making it burn with no furnace
Y’all rhyming your shit with no purpose
Yeah, yeah
I’m rowdy and rich like suburban
I rap round your head like a turban
She’s sipping on me like i’m bourbon
We taking these turns like we swerving
Hah
Okay
I don’t wanna end up with another baddie with another booty that’s not as big and bad as yours
(fuck)
But i better get a booty call
Okay
And i gotta write it on the wall
Up inside the bathroom stall
She’s screaming my name in the hall
Fuck it, we ball
It’s on
I clock in with my glock in
I clock out with my cock out
I’m a fuckboy and her fuck toy
If we playing you finna get knocked down
You a fucking clown
I’m a fucking king
I’mma steal your queen and i’mma make her sing
I’mma fuck her in your wedding ring
I’mma cuck you every other day
Haha hah hah, what the fuck?
I don’t wanna wait it
So i gotta hit it
And i gotta tell the waiter that i want it now or later
But the batter better be than motherfuckers who get offended when i’m up inside of the building
Spitting butter better than a motherfucker who wanna get it
I gotta bill it when i gotta kill it
When i’m back inside the building
When i fill it with the shit and i bin it
When i pin it when i kill em
And i eat it when i win it when i’m back
Chrisy
I’m sipping lean and i’m feeling light headed
I’m steady feenin’ for bussin’ spaghetti
“i’m ready, i’m ready” like spongebob
‘cause fucking your mom is a real job
She plating my sketti and getting my rocks off
Your cuck dad ain’t a cockblock
And his small cock always stays soft
Hey batter, batter, swing
It’s time to play ball
And i gotta be the winnest winner when i’m winning
I don’t give a shit about a stupid ass opinion
Fuck it, i be dripping when i gotta be the winner
When i gotta kill it up inside the building
I’m back in the fucking building
I’m here to fucking kill it
And i’m backing in the fucking building
I’m here to fucking kill it
And i’m back in the fucking building
When i be coming and ripping a syllable
Rappers are dumb and i gotta go kill em all, yeah
Chrisy 〈kimberly〉