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backseat - big opp & chief keef lyrics

[intro]
(lil’ fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

[verse 1: g herbo]
i put energy all in the streets, it was my passion
10k, ‘fit is black, i would’ve did a hit in fashion
commit heinous acts, i’m grateful mama never askin’
chain was eighty racks, my neck adapted, i’m alaskan
told a b*tch facts and i’ll never take it back
sh*t i spent in saks, i’ll probably never make it back
fly from lax ’cause sh*t’s shakin’ in the raq
my shooter got dreads and he jamaican with the hats
your mans talk to feds, smell like bacon, he a rat
starter kit, tap a head, get a kriss vec’ in a scat
n*ggas speakin’ on the dead, club houses, in the chat
when it’s that, like a car seat, strap up in the back

[chorus: g herbo & big opp]
hop right in the backseat
tap once, clap three, hop right in the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right in the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right in the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat (uh, uh, opp, haha)
[verse 2: big opp]
hop right out the backseat, it’s summertime
lil’ bro wanna search for hats, i help him catch three
i cannot lie, i remember when lil greg died, we spinned they sh*t for weeks
i was smokin’ sh*t for my brother, give a f*ck about money, i’m doin’ that sh*t for free
i like your chain and i like the way it shine, boy, give me them vvs
before the drenches, just ask ’bout jumpout gang, put sh*t up on tv
they outside deep, i’m finna swing my door, jump out and catch a b
a srt, i’m d*gg*n’ this b*tch down stony, i’m f*ckin’ up the streets (f*ckin’ up the streets)
hop right out the backseat, i up my switch and threw at it a crowd, they ass had fast feet
got good aim like i’m playin’ a video game, they say i used a cheat
when we go on them missions, i say, “mask up,” my favorite spot, the backseat, p*ssy

[chorus: g herbo]
hop right in the backseat
tap once, clap three, hop right in the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right in the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right in the backseat, hop right out the backseat
hop right out the backseat, hop right out the backseat

[bridge: chief keef]
chain goin’ crazy, you can see it from the backseat
ferrari got the back doors in the backseat
if i ain’t by this motherf*cker, you can slap me
if i ain’t by this motherf*cker, come attack me
yeah, n*gga, you can whack me
i wasn’t in the front, you can shoot me from the backseat
at twelve, i got my ass beat
high as f*ck in granny backseat, n*gga
[verse 3: chief keef]
high as f*ck in granny backseat when i was twelve
in the backseat, i jumped out to run from 12
why you jump out? ’cause n*gga, i got stuff to sell
how your ass duckin’ sh*lls? don’t be tough as h*ll
in the backseat, charged as h*ll like a duracell
boy, your ass broke as h*ll, go pick up a zelle
chief so, you’re rich as h*ll, please stay out of jail
fly by like a bat comin’ out of h*ll (comin’ out of h*ll)
fly by like a bat comin’ out of— (uh)
in the backseat, high as h*ll off of h*lla l’s
i was smokin’ l’s way before i had my d*mn [ales ?]
i was on the l with a glock, not for show and tell
i’ll pop your ass, put one in your head and your tail
snake*ass n*gga, now you know your tail very frail
slide the door back, flip your ass like it’s heads or tails
foenem in your hood, catchin’ hats like they on sale
they can catch me or not, either way, i’m gon’ bail (bang, gon’ bail)
they can catch me or not, n*gga, either way, i’m gon’ bail (bail)
you just sold out to the feds, n*gga, that’s the wrong sale
in the backseat, we got hundreds in the honda, n*gga
they can’t get it, n*gga, but they wanna, n*gga
just keep runnin’, just keep runnin’, just keep runnin’, n*gga
what’s a hundred, n*gga? it’s a furnace, n*gga
if i’m comin’, then i’m comin’ like a comet, n*gga
slow one, trip up in the backseat, make you vomit, n*gga
they’ll only excuse you if you got the stomach, n*gga

- big opp chief keef lyrics

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