Shotgun

You really thought this would be some regular boom bap!?
Some regular trap shit!?
But they didn't tell you?
The BACKSEAT ain't always smooth

Uh, look
Nigga tried to punk me out my seat, wasn't going for it
Long story short, we had to stop in the middle of the road
In the mix with bros, always been the likkle bro
Sip some liquor though, ill pass it
I'd rather hit the smoke
Now I'm in the zone, so drop the lo'
What y'all wanna do?
Oh shit, here this little nigga go
Backend ain't as nice when I get my digits off my Figaro
So now I'm on some ratchet rigaro, 10-4
You see it in my face, I ain't a killer bro
Don't push me before I get my chakras flipping though
Yin-Yang, sensei silent but I'm the first who spoke
"Ayo, get your nigga bro"

Get your nigga bro

Uh

I got a lot on my mind huh
But should I say this shit really?
I got a lot on my mind huh
But should I say this shit really
Fuck it
Partner sticky was a shotgun, dropped one in the backseat though
I don't speak but I peep so in the bushes so you don't see bro
404 where I sleep so so the 4.0 by the peephole
If you ever know what we know gotta keep it toted 'fore police sho
Niggas jacking niggas peacoat, you done stole my flow, now my steelo?
Trying to get rich as gringo, nigga Hiroshim' Japanese flow
I met this shawty at the seashore, and she ask me
Why the fuck my seats low
My eyes low as my fees though
When I cop from your plug, he cheap though
Woke up in a Cullinan
'Cause I been with the cuzzo'nem cussing out 'cause
We been stuck in the cusp, with a cup
And a couple of bucks we done took off his truck
Now the lame nigga mad as fuck
"Why?"
We aint gone cut him in
Said he want revenge, made him jump the fence
Then he dropped his nuts, now he can't have kids
'Cause we stomped it out when he cut his pants
Im live as fuck 'cause I'm off the grams
Ain't never need another man except my plug
He the reason why I ain't been jammed
Drop the what?
Ima pick your pocket, peel out
Then peek out the safe house
Then I pop a pill, pop a pussy cherry,
That's my alibi, gotta stay concealed
Line my chakras, line my weed
Is you asking me or not for this pole on me
Oh oh, ha ha, don't joke with me
We get a check and we keep it till death
Trying to get right with these funny niggas
In front a mirror, you gone see me chilling really

I had to take it day by day
Lace my laces, escape from staying complacent
Though I've never known be patient, huh
Aint gone fake it
I can't wait I'm never lazy
Still perceived as lacksidaisic'
Say "ashe," remain patient
Gotta learn to give my graces
Ima get my trilogy right, like Sam Raimi huh
And I'm crazy, well sorta kinda insane Im
Making ways to place my greatness on these niggas playlist
But these niggas playing
And I don't play myself unless my album playing
L-L-Let em play its cases placed upon my affidavit
But my fastest races to your ass to fade you
Got me glad you hated
Mad impatient
Can't wait to here, "Aye Leek, my bro I'm glad you made it,"
But they was missing from my graduation, fuck em
I can't have you claiming me if you can't take the heat
Here, ill test it
(BOW!)
And now this nigga hating me
Man I stay on the adjacent street
Underwear can strap the stainless for my latest beef
Now who can say I'm weak so fuck em
I need (to stay)
I need (to stay)
Out of sight
Out of mind
I need (to stay)
I need (to stay)
Out of sight
Out of mind
Remember them old days when your homies came
Scoop you up, you called the shotgun to play the bass
Best think twice, 'cause everybody booking for them J's
Nevermind, ill play the backseat and pave my way
Uh, bless uh
Trying to play the system in this wicked game
Still will make a profit off of Reaganomics
Quicker than Sonic
Runny like sinus while I'm backseat playing Delfonics
You got to learn words, ain't no hook to go by it
You knew the old thinking I aint about it but
I aint gonna abide it
I need (to stay)
I need (to stay)
Out of sight
Out of mind

You really on some shit Leek
I knew it gonna be hard, but I didn't know it was gonna be like this!
Aye man keep the BACKSEAT rolling