Frontseat

Lyrics

[Intro: Houdini] (Yo, Cheff, you know who cooked that shit up, you dig?) Yeah, uh [Chorus: Houdini] Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho' [Verse 1: Houdini] Tell me now, what do you want? I'm in LA where LeBron play I think I need me a barbie, everyday tell her she gorgeous Don't got no time to party, I been recording like all day Told her to stretch like a arm, ayy I used to trap in my Balmains 223's, 5's, 6, that's on me Cro caught a body, he vomit All of the opps are corny, and their music boring Little lit bitch she horny, run it up in the morning Run it up in the frontseat Fill it up in her tummy She eat it up like a monkey, on a sunday Corner him with the gunplay Want all the smoke like 'whooo' Pull up on your block and look for you Poppin' up out the car, and they gon' shoot [Chorus: Houdini] Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho' [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] Who this bitch? She tryna look, she know I'm a savage (Gotit) Come in out the kitchen, racks up in the mattress Big ol' dinosaur, bees like Jurassic They have to pipe her up My bitch natural, not plastic I'm in back of the Maybach, I'm ridin' around just like the Pope You can cuff on that bitch, when I come her way, I'm at her throat Yeah, 360 boys spin, better run if you see that Benz She can never call her twin I've been fuckin' on her friend Yeah, my brother in the sky, I've been on Urgent goin' crazy I've been puttin' your favorite rappers down, I'm tellin' you niggas praise me I keep cutters with me, no raisin' New York, I'm with the blazin' Play pussy, we playin' Like flat irons, we straighten [Chorus: Houdini] Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho Bands on bands, ayy Glocks up in the front seat, oh Please don't lack, ayy, won't hesitate to let it go Who that opp? Ayy He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go Who that bitch? Uh Movin' like a battry ho'