Front Row Seats ft. Leaf Ward Lyrics

Da don got that bass

That money mandatory let my baddest bag it for me

I wonder if I leave the streets is they gonna still adore me?

Dry it in the microwave don't put that on no paper towel

Bust that pack open it's gonna smell like somebody move they bowels

Hop on 95 and tell em point me to the paper route

Mid still go for 32 you just gotta take it south

Sticking to the regiment, my pockets took apetamin

You looking like food we send the wolves to go ahead take you out

Go and get the drop make sure you do him right

Put him in the air we take his spirit make him catch a flight

Lock it tight turn the flame down and whip it left right

Trap jumping, block hot, we fuck around might the melt the ice

Go and flick that switch and then cut off his lights

Baby nine dressed her in a beam and readjust the sights

Front row seats to get your whole team sweep

Got a tax for one, but got the whole thing cheap

You don't know the way it feels you got the drop without a V

When the work free, you ain't got your mask or ski

I was down the p I'm getting lessons where I couldn't be

When been on d they tryna get back from that spree

Still ain't take a knee we can cop whatever but a plea

I was on the e we turnt tryna put niggas on a tee

Catch a nigga in that street he gonna get hit the niggas dare

We ain't lift his spirt then that nigga gotta get in a chair

I be wit Yum and Mir we the one that gotta hold it down

He said he roll around so I'm might let my lil bro hold the pound

Said it's going down but they know we ain't no Yung Joc

We talking swinging glocks dropping a dub on the clock fucking niggas thots

We the one who sit out niggas spots

Lil Mir the type to run in niggas cribs see what niggas got

Make the city hot we don't diddy bop we get him shot

We don't care if that's his bitch cause we put dick in any thot

Leafy