Fatbeezy - BackSeat Lyrics

I had a boy runnin' up like Dean A-A-A-A-O-P-A, roll that shit up
He said he dyin' for his gang Well, shit, I'm dyin' for this bag
Young nigga riding with Semi, pray to God I don't crash
I'm in the field, I know some niggas that pray to God I don't pass

Slam nation up in the foreign, pussy wet when I max
Nigga talk that tough shit, I see straight through him
She said the wrong name, I swear to God this bitch blue it
It could be two poles on me, I swear to God they both shooting

She tryna come f*ck with the kid, cause she know her nigga loosing
This bitch choosin', she gon' roll in the backseat
I'm fatbeez, been toting, big straps since a athlete
The coldest stick up, kid can't jack me

And he ain't really pop a opp till he pack me
I had to blend the S580, this shit got boring, yo, bitch whoring
AMG 63, all gas, we gon' floor it
Couple these niggas is my sons, how the f*ck you gon' ignore it

I'm still scorin', 2024, boy, I'm still scorin
Pink 10s and Tris pints, boy, I'm still goin
Boy, come get your bitch back, this little bitch annoying, uh
Little bitch swear up and down, that she gang gang

I'm tryna f*ck her brains out while my chain swang
They want a young nigga to do some with this rap shit
I got a real life, this shit only bring bad bitches
Drop a tape' and put my whole life in it, and
Call it fast living

I aint really tryna share no pape till I get mad chicken
Could say the same thing he say, but mine gon' hit different
They feel me, they don't feel him, he got some bitch in him
That boy always gettin' ho, but keep a stick with him

Somebody please tell me how that make sense, nigga
I'm all through chinky shit, lookin' for rent, nigga
I take gold, I take stoves, and I take breaks, nigga
Young nigga always fly, keep some chip with him

And if he wanna squabble up, tiny loc dip, wit him
He said he dying for his gang, well, shit, I'm dyin' for this bag
Young nigga, riding with semi, pray to God I don't crash
I'm in the field, I know some niggas that pray to God I don't pass

Slam nation up in the foreign, pussy wet when I max
Nigga talk that tough shit, I see straight through him
She said the wrong name, I swear to God, this bitch blue
It could be two poles on me, I swear to God, they both shootin

She tryna come f*ck with the kid, cause she know her nigga loosing
This bitch choosing, she gon' roll in the backseat
I'm fatbeez, been toting' big straps, since a athlete
The coldest stick up, kid can't jack me

And he ain't really pop a opp till he pack me