LEATHER SEATS II (REMIX) ft. Young Schlime, R.Shah & Aayush Shadow Lyrics

Sequel this bitch way I'm fuckin her friend

Begging for me to go at it again

Like "R.Shah I need a new verse from you man"

Like "R.Shah I need a new purse money-man"

A verse, a verse, who wanted it first

A verse, I carry they call me the curse

They hit me up or put the track in a hearse

I did it one take I don't need to rehearse

Competition got me shivering quivering

Still on top cause I do not stop delivering

No one significant their words be withering

I cook with fire my album is simmering

Greatest rapper who don't fuck with no cappers

On our spotify they still tap-tap-tap us

I hit their girls and their guys I'm a bagger

Ruin their lives and still I look so dapper

Bought a new whip and that shit ain't no beater

Less than a second for two hunnid meters

Shiny new wrap in the back got the heater

Keep it DL know that I'm not no tweeter

Up in the front filled with smoke no diffusers

Twelve on my tail got evasive maneuvers

Get out my whip bitch I don't fuck with losers

All of these bruisers can't fuck with the cruisers

How many bitches ain't calling you back

How many stitches you get from my hands

Your girl left you dry now it's part of the plan

Your track made you 5 but you're in high demand

All glory to God but you still ain't gon pop

Man, you looking at Camris like which one to cop

But you know that I got the Bentayga on drop

And you know I'ma get leather seats 'fore I stop

Yeah (Yah)

Yeah (Yah)

Why she want fuck with my crew?

Hit her like twice, she singing like Bryce

The last time I saw her, like DJ, I screwed

Killing this shit from the start, bitch I'm through

Water my money cause that shit done grew

Back up my save files, unreleased song piles

My scraps be better than your songs, it's true

Dopamine, it's a random fling

Don't get attached, just get detached

Kelly Price, my choppa sang

You went to hide while the bullets rang

Kicking it 24/7, I'm in it

No, I don't waste any seconds or minutes

Taking a joyride, I put in the green tape

I got leather seats and in midnight I escape

Two whips imported from Italy

He wanna scrap, then let's do it physically

I got the gas, we rolling up enemies

Needing the strap? Nah, sleep him in 123

Hit with the jab, turned to a believer

Need more body bags, they call me the sleeper

I took his girl, she diggin the heater

I'm sippin that dirty, need me some more liters (ay)

Feeling comfy in your top five but I ain't one, two, three, or four

Been a minute since I did something like this but you know i did this before

With Young Schlime handling the business and with R.Shah at the show

How you goin say this and how you goin say that but you ain't pull up for the smoke? (Let's go)

Remix the sequel and murder the beat

Shadow don't play, always bring the heat

Did this in ten then sent to release

I be an animal looking to feast

I be an animal, pounding my chest

Look where i'm at, you know I stay blessed

Can't say the same for you, looking all stressed

Feel like DJ Khaled, you know we the best (Let's go)

(Shadow)