Текст песни «Gucci Mane - Backseat»

[Hook]
Man Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
And I aint worry bout you fuck niggas, squad!
Man I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
Bow, bow, bow
I said Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,

I got a 15 in the back of the seat
Knock your head out clean to the back of the jeep
And since Im Gucci baby giving me the 3rd degree
Bitch I aint nothing these rappers serve more jackers than me
So much todays hottest stars aint got more money than me
They told me Gucci step up your bars
I told em step up this cheese
Im bout to really go sheae just like drew breeze my nigg
And everytime I do a feature, 50 pounds of meat
Me and flocka twin choppas, we pop bottles and lick
I see your contract my nigga, that aint no money to live
Yeah you fucked up, down to sleep and under the bridge
Im eating good, fuck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, its Gucci!

[Hook]
Man Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
And I aint worry bout you fuck niggas, squad!
Man I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
Bow, bow, bow
I said Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,

One deep in the gold just weed and a choppa
Make your frame came you thats the power of the dollar
Your niggas wild, but my niggas wilder
Got an army of killers, no coing power
Extendos in my handguns, 100 rounds spent now 1
Shootin best friends and loved ones
We shootin nigga, no feel ones
Point a nigga out, we fill one
Cant walk a mile in my air ones
Hunned goons, I wish one
Put 50 bands in your grand son
Send a picture back with a ransom
I need a million dollars shawty is some
Im the wrong nigga to put hands on
Down industry we hands on
Im from clayton county, riverdale
Black ski mask, no clientelle
This jurrasic park, welcome to hell
You seen the threats we ring the bells
Front door, service, make 100 goons feel like no help
2 possy glocks till the barrel melt
Make your son feel the same pain I felt, bastard!

[Hook]
Man Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
And I aint worry bout you fuck niggas, squad!
Man I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
Bow, bow, bow
I said Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,

Got green light a ratchet loss
You dont want my cancel bra
I smoke you but I dont know you bra
Bout to get your benzes up
Im mannin up, embeddin up
Dummy dont get damaged up
I done did all kind of stuff
Selling dope, robbing stuff
Take your in my seat
Wishing a fuck nigga try me
Room full of killers move by me
And they move in silence
Getting head from a thats shiny
Couple killers behind me
All my niggas grimey
And you know where to find me

[Hook]
Man Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
And I aint worry bout you fuck niggas, squad!
Man I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
Bow, bow, bow
I said Im riding round 1 deep
With that choppa on the back seat
Blat, blat, blat
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas,
So I aint worry bout you fuck niggas