Backseat

(专辑： HOU I AM - 2019)

Slatt, slatt
Gats on gats, oh, straps all in the backseat, yo
(In the back, all up in the back seat)
(Broad day with the SK)

Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat, yo
Packs on packs so, please, don't you harass me, no
Who that boy though? Not from no Degrassi, yo
Who that bitch? Uh, moving 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 that boy though? Not from no Degrassi though
Who that bitch? Uh, moving kinda nasty, oh

Straps on straps, got shooters in the backseat, oh
She a freak, she fucking 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 facts, uh, all these niggas capping, oh
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 making 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
Fuck the doctor, we gon' send your homie to a casket
And fuck the doctor, we gon' send your homie to a casket
We ain't running 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

(Pew-pew-pew)
(Ooh) Slatt, slatt
(Run up on him like ooh)
(Shoutout my nigga J Neat, man)
Straps all in the backseat, yo
(In the back, 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 that boy though? Not from no Degrassi, yo
Who that bitch? Uh, moving 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 that boy though? Not from no Degrassi though
Who that bitch? Uh, moving kinda nasty, oh

Ayy, ayy, she kinda nasty, yo
Ayy, ayy, she a battri ho
Ayy, ayy, I'm in my bag, get 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 getting dough (I'm getting dough)
Ayy, she popping bottles, that's for sure
Popping xannies, that's for sure, do the gang, you gotta go
Uh, ayy, do the gang, you gotta go
In the trap, I let it snow, M Sav, he gon' let it blow
Free K Sav up on the road, then we 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 toting scopes
Ask her what's her horoscope, I'ma need you to play your role

(Play your role, play your role, play your role)
(I don't really need you, lil' ho)
(I just really need though)
Slatt, slatt
(I don't really need no more)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, Wass

Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat, yo
Packs on packs so, please, don't you harass me, no
Who that boy though? Not from no Degrassi, yo
Who that bitch? Uh, moving 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 that boy though? Not from no Degrassi, no
Who that bitch? Uh, moving kinda nasty, oh