Backseat

Gats on gats, straps all up in the back seat yo Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi yo Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi no Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh Straps on straps, got shooters in the backseat oh She a freak, she fuckin' to my tracks oh oh Free the guys, they told me heard me on the radio So I can't slip I keep my stick My whole gang they tryna score And I talk fast uh, all these niggas cappin' though Oh snap 'cause they done leaked his photo In the back and I got me a 44 oh Make him giddy up, like the horse up on his Polo I'm on the road I'm makin' plays, just like it's Madden MCM hold my hammer, I Perc with fashion These niggas don't want no smoke, they don't want no static F*ck the doctor we gon' send your homie to a casket And f*ck the doctor we gon' send your homie to a casket We ain't runnin' on no hardwood for a basket She say that she want a savage, a little lavish Run up on him let him have it, fatal damage Straps all up in the back seat yo Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi yo Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi no Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh Ayy, ayy, she kinda nasty yo Ayy, ayy, she a battry hoe Ayy ayy, I'm in my bag and some more I'm in my bag get some more Pop a tag get some more Ayy, baby I be on the road Baby, I be on the go Baby, I be gettin' dough Ayy, she poppin' bottles that's for sure Poppin' Xannies that's for sure Do the gang you gotta go Ayy, do the gang you gotta go In the trap I let it snow M Side, he gon' let it blow Free K Sav up on the road Lemme just rock another show She give me top, but going low Couldn't stop she such a pro Never disrespect the bros Before I go and sell my soul I'd rather sell a brick of dope In the field you tryna' cope In the field we tryna' score Sniper gang we totin' scopes Ask her what's her horoscope I'ma need you to play a role Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi yo Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat yo Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi no Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh