4D0 Jay - Backseat 2 Lyrics

Stop all that cappin
When this shit get real
You niggas never spin
Bitch come and swerve
I'm on the front line wit a choppa me and twin
Bitch act like you know this bitch a blow
And tear off all yo wig
Ohh you bad you still want smoke
Come hit the cig
Tell these pussy nigga get at me
My potna R-D-G a run shit down like he a athlete
When we swerve don't work the wheel
I'm better hoppin out the backseat
Your potna pallbearer, this nigga claim he wanna whack me
Bet I stretch you for you catch me
Waddup bitch I'm soulja
All that pussy shit on live
When we link up
Bitch ima show ya
Ain't no coppin' out from this smoke, nigga, come get touch with that poker
Bitch, I'm a top villain, f*ck Batman, bitch, I'd rather be the Joker
And when I sling this bitch, I know you dead, but I still gotta stand over
Mane this that murda shit, f*ck who you catch em with go get em' all
La bro got 60 in that stick, come back on E, bro, send it all
Them niggas pussy as the f*ck, they don't want beef, they play the laws
Too many thuggin on that gram but ain't gon creep
See through it all
My lil dawg fell on a joce
Fresh out them chains still want a hat
And I'm still gon up the score by any means
That's off the flap
Them niggas hoes, they ain't gon' blow, they just sound evil in them raps
When I hopped out, he saw a ghost he damn near caught a heart attack
Now pussy pop out, send ya dog and lose your shoota
When we slide it's homicide
You better do some new recruiting
That nigga died next to his fye
Lil one ain't get a chance to use it
Say, you don't play that, get ya face clapped
For that fake rap is you stupid
Say this that gang shit We drillin opps forever
Pick a side don't play the middle
You'd get zipped bitch swallow metal
In the backyard with the Grim Reaper, with my Glock out and my shovel
On a drill, got the 5-6 with me la bro, got the 5.7
When I hop out, be ready!