Backseat Ritual

Backseat rituals, freakin' in the whip
Nails in my back while she bitin' on her lip
She don't want love, just a taste of the sin
Don't say a word, let the bodies do the script
Told her hop in, skirt off, no plan
Hands on her neck while she ridin' with no hands
Two am text, now her knees on the dash
She a demon in the sheets, never post, never brag
Backseat rituals, freakin' in the whip
Nails in my back while she bitin' on her lip
She don't want love, just a taste of the sin
We don't say a word, let the bodies do the script
Windows fogged up, now her phone on mute
She a freak, she a demon in them thigh-high boots
Shorty like pain, tell her show me the truth
I don't chase nothin' but the bag and the loose
Pull up slow, she already in the zone
No panties, cropped top, red nails on her phone
Tat on her chest like a mark of the beast
Told me drive to the edge, now she down on her seat
She ain't mine, but she do what I say
Took a hit, blew smoke in my face
Go slow, then she scratch on the dash
Leather grippin' while I'm smashin' that ass
Yeah, she don't want love, she just want a good session
Prayin' to the D like she beggin' for a blessing
Gold chain dangle on her spine when she ride
She said grab me by the throat, don't let go till I
Backseat rituals, freakin' in the whip
Nails in my back while she bitin' on her lip
She don't want love, just a taste of the sin
We don't say a word, let the bodies do the script
Windows fogged up, now her phone on mute
She a freak, she a demon in them thigh-high boots
Shorty like pain, tell her show me the truth
I don't chase nothin' but the bag and the loose
Swerve through the lane, shorty head in my lap
Every red light feel like a goddamn trap
She don't do dates, she just pull up with a flask
Tongue so slick, got me clutchin' on the dash
Tats on her thighs spell pleasure and pain
She a freak in disguise, like she workin' arcane
No lies, no ties, we don't mention no names
Only thing I ever cuff is the back of her frame
She said talk nasty, I said say less
Bite her on the neck, leave teeth in her flesh
Windows rolled down, bass shakin' the trunk
She whisper in my ear, boy I'm tryna get slumped
Thighs like spells, eyes like knives
She don't do love, but she fuck like a wife
Ash on her tongue, perfume like sin
Backseat dark, like the places we been
Backseat rituals, freakin' in the whip
Nails in my back while she bitin' on her lip
She don't want love, just a taste of the sin
We don't say a word, let the bodies do the script
Windows fogged up, now her phone on mute
She a freak, she a demon in them thigh-high boots
Shorty like pain, tell her show me the truth
I don't chase nothin' but the bag and the loose