BackSeat

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 nigga riding with Semi, pray to God I don't crash

I'm in the field, I know some niggas that pray to God I don't pass

Slam nation up in the foreign, pussy wet when I max

Nigga 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 nigga loosing

This bitch choosin', she gon' roll in the backseat