Backseat
Uh-huh
Yeah
Youngin
AR for life shit
You know what we on
Von in this bitch wit me leaf in this bitch wit me too
Eh
I'm in the backseat
Rolling up gassy
This bitch a face no puff puff passy
This bitch in face when you gone get nasty
Need me them riches I came from the raggies
I had to get it post up with the baggies
These bitches they going out sadly
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
They know the difference I'm real and they not
I don't got time hit up neimans online
Plug pull up real quick wit the shit like prime
Good ass gas nicks hit like dimes
But I don't smoke nicks so I might be lying
I don't like to hit licks but I might sometimes
Don't talk to me slick cuz I write these rhymes
Don't bark at me bitch you can bite this nine
Im after chicken these niggas be swine
Smoke out the zippy I really be flying
If I get to blickin somebody be dying
These niggas dissin they barely outside
Talking that shit they ain't walking that shit
Brodie the meter we parking ya shit
Toting beams for seem I'a draw in this bitch
Think I'm saying too much I'm just talking my shit
I'm probably rolling a l in the dip
You know I'm rolling this l with a stick
Youngin you was chillin why you talking like this
Cuz I'm in my bag like duffles and zips
I'm finna spaz like i took a sniff
But all I need is gas to get me lit
Fuck all them graphics paint you a pic
I'm chasing this cash till they dig me ditch
I want that hoe if she freaky
Fuck her and pass her to leafy
Then it's back putting grams on the skeezy
Touch me I'a blow It get breezy
I swear this flow is so easy
I swear these niggas so greasy
I swear a nigga on 3 peat
Ain't fucking wit me you lil boys is on d league
And what you wanna do lil nigga
We can fight it out or we can shoot lil nigga
Strapped wit the ruler fuck the rules lil nigga
On set wit booda yeah I cool wit the hittas
I see them dudes getting bitter
Cuz they see my moves getting bigger
You see my mood getting litter
Fat ass face roll two get to tripping
Ride or die A stay true to my religion
It's so much cap in ya rap
And you really think that you next
Ain't really slanging them gats
These niggas stuck in act
I'm really stuck in the trap
I knock it out like a boxer
380 stuffed in my trousers
I swear this weed can't get Iouder
I put my trust in them dollars
I put it back up in motion
High off a backwood I'm floating
Watching my back I be toting
Weak in the back he be folding
All of my moments been golden
I swear that I was just chosen
Fuck getting my foot in door I'm finna kick that shit open
I'm finna grind and stay focused
They finna lie and stay bogus
I'm in the backseat
Rolling up gassy
This bitch a face no puff puff passy
This bitch in face when you gone get nasty
Need me them riches I came from the raggies
I had to get it post up with the baggies
These bitches they going out sadly
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
They know the difference I'm real and they not
I don't got time hit up neimans online
Plug pull up real quick wit the shit like prime
Good ass gas nicks hit like dimes
But I don't smoke nicks so I might be lying
I don't like to hit licks but I might sometimes
Don't talk to slick cuz I write these rhymes
Don't bark at me bitch you can bite this nine
Yeah
Youngin
AR for life shit
You know what we on
Von in this bitch wit me leaf in this bitch wit me too
Eh
I'm in the backseat
Rolling up gassy
This bitch a face no puff puff passy
This bitch in face when you gone get nasty
Need me them riches I came from the raggies
I had to get it post up with the baggies
These bitches they going out sadly
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
They know the difference I'm real and they not
I don't got time hit up neimans online
Plug pull up real quick wit the shit like prime
Good ass gas nicks hit like dimes
But I don't smoke nicks so I might be lying
I don't like to hit licks but I might sometimes
Don't talk to me slick cuz I write these rhymes
Don't bark at me bitch you can bite this nine
Im after chicken these niggas be swine
Smoke out the zippy I really be flying
If I get to blickin somebody be dying
These niggas dissin they barely outside
Talking that shit they ain't walking that shit
Brodie the meter we parking ya shit
Toting beams for seem I'a draw in this bitch
Think I'm saying too much I'm just talking my shit
I'm probably rolling a l in the dip
You know I'm rolling this l with a stick
Youngin you was chillin why you talking like this
Cuz I'm in my bag like duffles and zips
I'm finna spaz like i took a sniff
But all I need is gas to get me lit
Fuck all them graphics paint you a pic
I'm chasing this cash till they dig me ditch
I want that hoe if she freaky
Fuck her and pass her to leafy
Then it's back putting grams on the skeezy
Touch me I'a blow It get breezy
I swear this flow is so easy
I swear these niggas so greasy
I swear a nigga on 3 peat
Ain't fucking wit me you lil boys is on d league
And what you wanna do lil nigga
We can fight it out or we can shoot lil nigga
Strapped wit the ruler fuck the rules lil nigga
On set wit booda yeah I cool wit the hittas
I see them dudes getting bitter
Cuz they see my moves getting bigger
You see my mood getting litter
Fat ass face roll two get to tripping
Ride or die A stay true to my religion
It's so much cap in ya rap
And you really think that you next
Ain't really slanging them gats
These niggas stuck in act
I'm really stuck in the trap
I knock it out like a boxer
380 stuffed in my trousers
I swear this weed can't get Iouder
I put my trust in them dollars
I put it back up in motion
High off a backwood I'm floating
Watching my back I be toting
Weak in the back he be folding
All of my moments been golden
I swear that I was just chosen
Fuck getting my foot in door I'm finna kick that shit open
I'm finna grind and stay focused
They finna lie and stay bogus
I'm in the backseat
Rolling up gassy
This bitch a face no puff puff passy
This bitch in face when you gone get nasty
Need me them riches I came from the raggies
I had to get it post up with the baggies
These bitches they going out sadly
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
It ain't no dissing we slide on the addy
They know the difference I'm real and they not
I don't got time hit up neimans online
Plug pull up real quick wit the shit like prime
Good ass gas nicks hit like dimes
But I don't smoke nicks so I might be lying
I don't like to hit licks but I might sometimes
Don't talk to slick cuz I write these rhymes
Don't bark at me bitch you can bite this nine
Credits
Writer(s): Uzziyah Davis
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