album cover
BackSeat
45
Hip-Hop/Rap
BackSeat è stato pubblicato il 28 aprile 2024 da 4100690 Records DK come parte dell'album BackSeat - Single
album cover
Data di uscita28 aprile 2024
Etichetta4100690 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM103

Testi

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 **** riding with Semi, pray to God I don't crash
I'm in the field, I know some **** that pray to God I don't pass
Slam nation up in the foreign, pussy wet when I max
**** 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 fuck with the kid, cause she know her **** 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 **** is my sons, how the fuck 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 fuck her brains out while my chain swang
They want a young **** 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, ****
I'm all through chinky shit, lookin' for rent, ****
I take gold, I take stoves, and I take breaks, ****
Young **** 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 ****, riding with semi, pray to God I don't crash
I'm in the field, I know some **** that pray to God I don't pass
Slam nation up in the foreign, pussy wet when I max
**** 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 fuck with the kid, cause she know her **** 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
Written by: Nasir King
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...