Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//

Verse 1:
Checkin her demeanor, I mean she meaner than a Gena mix with Ike/ Turn her out I'm a beat it like a bad child/ Or Mike Jack, Van Dam, I might add/ She the sickest, flickin' in all my pictures, gifted with good intentions did I mention she's a vixen/ Positioned from the back with a arch, comes addictive and highly exaggerated so what I did was tip her/ Here's an A for effort, shawty flow ridiculous, name yo taste and pleasure, I'll be yo prescription/ Your forbidden love hate it whatever contemplations you take it knowing that this feelins indifferent but hey/ Shawty with it, got her mind blown, hit it past the hour, no matter time zone/ No need for a receipt to say that I own that pussy, ice cold//

Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high, just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//

Verse 2:
Pardon my manners, but skip the camera lights/ Gettin high, I'd be damn if I, ask twice/ Sounds crazy be it candid my, intentions, if it's clear take advantage ma/ You get the picture? Livid kisses my wish is you be willing got me trippin when lickin toes and titties/ I'm addicted even if my, sole intention is nut, so pretentious/ Still I couldn't give fuck, of who you are baby, unless you mine/ Couldn't give a shit but give it time, given pleasures you would mind, this forever to be ours, to have and to hold, nah I'm lyin/ Still the truth is you the baddest with me, but skip the adulation, give me ass and titties/ This is my right to have is it, than let's see what happenin with it//

Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//

Verse 3:
Quit playin' won't you dance for me/ Quicksand, split stance no hands on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Ain't had it like this since the tenth grade, cold crush, no cuts on the first date/ No guts no glory oh boy why shawty got to tease/ I'm kiddin'/ Why you trippin fixin to call me later/ Quickies is only ify what if we just call it fair just give me all my desires, I'll give you what I can bare, or leave me with no remorse, believe I wouldn't care//

[Ha]
I stroke her in my loafers, yeah, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers, yeah//

Chrous (Repeat):