Backseatboys lyrics
by 1mere
[Intro]
Big go sh*t
(Ooh, Sav, killed it)
You want a bully, uh-uh-uh, go
You want a bully, know what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm in the trenches
Yeah, yeah, I'm in the trenches
[Verse]
They say, "Why he got that blick?", I need that bag, I need that stain
Out there huntin' for a Chaser, I need that body and that chain
Where you runnin' from? This a Glizzy with a green beam
Throwin' oops to my bro for that body, Dream Team
Bro, that sh*t fake, where the f*ck you gettin' pink lean?
Brodie upstate probaly stabbin' n*ggas in they spleen
Savage sh*t, hit a n*gga head, it's in my genes
Pack sh*t if they ever think to play with me
Them Campers come through clappin'
Please, don't be a di*k head lackin'
Even though it's summer time, that Draco in my jacket
Dissin' on Bro Bro, now he all stiff up in that casket
I was down bad, I hit a lick to get that backend
[?] ain't got sh*t to do with that when they murdered him
He never shot at me but dropped a diss, I never heard of him
BK got hit twenty-five times, he thought sh*t was sweet
Backseat Boys, way before the feds we was doin' sweeps
Five n*ggas died in one month, we on a whole streak
He tried block shots from the switch, he like a goalie
We get that lo', we cookin' sh*t, f*ck you doin' at Burger King?
Like we don't know that f*ckin' bro be lackin' bustin' traps
You seem— tried take the risk
Got up on him, he a goner, Drac' got him full of sh*t
Only trollin' on the dead 'cause they diss then become a vic'
n*ggas gay, I said, "Where you at? Let's link", he sent a kiss
Big go sh*t, I might do a drill when I leave [?]
Backseat Boys pop right out that cut, let them feel that switch
Everytime them n*ggas hear that Drac', I see n*ggas griddy
This sh*t for the guys, we hittin' wickets, we ain't gon' stop blickin'
Caught him on that step, di*k head, how you start trippin'?
In that car lackin' with no burner, you just don't listen
Next time I see what's his name, I'ma smoke his loafin' ass
I just spent your rent on Louis V, all I do is blow a bag
b*tch, f*ck your name, only thing you do is gag
b*tch, f*ck your name, only thing you do is gag