Frontseat lyrics

[Intro: Houdini]
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Houdini]
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho'

[Verse 1: Houdini]
Tell me now, what do you want?
I'm in LA where LeBron play
I think I need me a barbie, everyday tell her she gorgeous
Don't got no time to party, I been recording like all day
Told her to stretch like a arm, ayy
I used to trap in my Balmains
223's, 5's, 6, that's on me
Cro caught a body, he vomit
All of the opps are corny, and their music boring
Little lit b*tch she horny, run it up in the morning
Run it up in the frontseat
Fill it up in her tummy
She eat it up like a monkey, on a sunday
Corner him with the gunplay
Want all the smoke like 'whooo'
Pull up on your block and look for you
Poppin' up out the car, and they gon' shoot
[Chorus: Houdini]
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho'

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
Who this b*tch?
She tryna look, she know I'm a savage (Gotit)
Come in out the kitchen, racks up in the mattress
Big ol' dinosaur, bees like Jurassic
They have to pipe her up
My b*tch natural, not plastic
I'm in back of the Maybach, I'm ridin' around just like the Pope
You can cuff on that b*tch, when I come her way, I'm at her throat
Yeah, 360 boys spin, better run if you see that Benz
She can never call her twin
I've been f*ckin' on her friend
Yeah, my brother in the sky, I've been on Urgent goin' crazy
I've been puttin' your favorite rappers down, I'm tellin' you n*ggas praise me
I keep cutters with me, no raisin'
New York, I'm with the blazin'
Play pus*y, we playin'
Like flat irons, we straighten
[Chorus: Houdini]
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho
Bands on bands, ayy
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ayy
He don't with f*ck me? Then he gotta go
Who that b*tch? Uh
Movin' like a battry ho'