"Frontseat" lyrics
Houdini, Lil Gotit & 6ixbuzz Lyrics
[Houdini:]
(Yo, Cheff, you know who cooked that shit up, you dig?)
Yeah, uh
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
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, ay
I used to trap in my Balmains
223s, 5s, 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 front seat
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
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
[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
[Houdini:]
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
(Yo, Cheff, you know who cooked that shit up, you dig?)
Yeah, uh
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
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, ay
I used to trap in my Balmains
223s, 5s, 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 front seat
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
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
[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
[Houdini:]
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho
Bands on bands, ay
Glocks up in the front seat, oh
Please don't lack, ay, won't hesitate to let it go
Who that opp? Ay
He don't with fuck me? Then he gotta go
Who that bitch? Uh
Movin' like a battery ho'
