Backseat

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Man I'm riding round 1 deep, yup, yup , yup, yup

With that choppa on the back seat

Ball, ball, ball, ball

And I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, squad, hahaha squad!

Man I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, you know!

Bow, bow, bow, bow

I said I'm riding round 1 deep, you know

With that choppa on the back seat, you know! yeah!

So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, nah yeah!

So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, Nah Bow, bow

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I got a AR-15 on the back of the seat

Knock your head out clean to the back of the Jeep

And since I'm Gucci baby giving me the 3rd degree

Bitch I ain't nothing these rappers serve more Junies than me

So much today's hottest stars ain't got more money than me

They told me Gucci step up your bars

I told 'em step up this CHEESE!

I'm 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 ain't no money to live

Got me fucked up, down to sleep and under the bridge

I'm eating good, fuck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, it's Gucci!!!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

One deep in the gold just weed and a choppa

Make your frame came you that's 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

Shooting best friends and loved ones

We shooting nigga, no feel ones

Point a nigga out, we fill one

Can't 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 and some

I'm the wrong nigga to put hands on

Down industry we hands on

I'm 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: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Got green like churanchulas

You don't want my cancer bra

I smoke you but I don't know you bra

Bout to get your benzes up

I'm manning up, banding up

Dummy don't get damaged up

I done did all kind of stuff

Selling dope, robbing stuff

Tek under my seat

Wish a fuck nigga try me

Room full of killers move by me

And they move in silence

Getting head from a bitch that's Chinese

Couple killers behind me

All my niggas grimey

And you know where to find me, Bitch I'm

[Hook: Gucci Mane]