Took Your Seat

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Money Uh, uh, uh Money When I was on the 'hound, you was somewhere bein' a hound This pill in my pocket make a bitch smile not frown I been gettin' money since niggas was bangin' Lil Bow Wow I ain't had to say a word, the bitch put her head down Now Tell me how you want it Nigga we can buck right now, where you want it? Switches of them glicks make a nigga run, Forrest Risk taker, four for 20, Mas' goin' for it That's no cap I was gettin' 23 and I wasn't even 23 Feds had my nigga in a room singin' R&B Tough on the streets but in jail niggas Raz-B Caught a opp, couldn't kill him, so he got his ass beat I ain't did shit but get pape', why you mad at me? Let a nigga play, he gon' lay, that's how it 'posed to be I'll sell the shit right out the trunk like I'm Master P My Flint nigga sell B's like he Enrgy Throw him in the coupe and hit his top like he Kennedy Bro down for double homicide, free Timothy Heard they had fifty on my head, is you kidding me? Nigga, I done made that twice in one week (Nigga, money) [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] In the coupe with two hoes, it's just one me Glock on me'll wrap you up, I don't need no beat You don't ever use yo' gun, you don't need yo' heat She wanna fuck a nigga who gettin' some money so I took yo' seat I caught a opp and couldn't kill him, put them hands on him I just fucked the baddest bitch inside the city, did my dance on her I sell dog, she want some girl, I put my mans on her Niggas be hot-heads, that's why I got my fan on me I be daydreamin' 'bout money, it be drivin' me crazy In the hood, tryna find some M&Ms like Slim Shady In the trap with a little bit of boy, like a baby In the field, ask my niggas, I'm a GOAT, Tom Brady I'm with Yak, you know his watch worth a brick Couple thousand off a 'bow if I bust down this bitch She got me feinin' for the pussy, so I payed her for a fix Offer prayer for when you die, then yo' mans fucked yo' bitch, nigga Please stop telling me I'm boujee I like it nasty, I want a ghetto bitch like Suki Talkin' bout she got some WAP, you know me, I'm like, "prove it" And tell yo' baby daddy I ain't yo' last nigga, I'll shoot him Real trap nigga, throw my Mikes on, grab my 23 I put a titty on the Glock, this bitch a double D She said I'm actin' like a boss, this hoe ask me, "who is me?" I'm the Glockboy, I know you heard about me in these streets [Verse 3: OnFully] Make that boy put it in a basket when we robbin' My bitch don't like to drink wine, she like Casa Feel like Yak, over here it's no flockin' All 'em games got you caught up in a web, Peter Parker Buckshots got spots on his face like Xavier You havin' nightmares, OnFully in yo' head like I'm Freddy She tryna break the bank, I'm like, "bring it when you ready" He think he smokin' za but we gave his ass some reggies Orange pill, no, this ain't no Aspirin, this a Addy On the road with them Griffies, I ain't even need an Advi' Catch him out, shut his lights off, I'm bein' flashy On that road, know I'm strapped tight, belt fastened