backseat lyrics (ft. chief keef & waka flocka) – gucci mane

[hook]
man i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
and i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s, squad!
man i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
bow, bow, bow
i said i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,

i got a 15 in 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
b*tch i ain’t nothing these rappers serve more jackers 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 n*gg*, that ain’t no money to live
yeah you f*cked up, down to sleep and under the bridge
i’m eating good, f*ck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, it’s gucci!!!

[hook]
man i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
and i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s, squad!
man i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
bow, bow, bow
i said i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,

one deep in the gold just weed and a choppa
make your frame came you that’s the power of the dollar
your n*gg*s wild, but my n*gg*s wilder
got an army of killers, no coing power
extendos in my handguns, 100 rounds spent now 1
shootin best friends and loved ones
we shootin n*gg*, no feel ones
point a n*gg* 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 is some
i’m the wrong n*gg* 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 h*ll
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, b*st*rd!

[hook]
man i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
and i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s, squad!
man i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
bow, bow, bow
i said i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,

got green light a ratchet loss
you don’t want my cancel bra
i smoke you but i don’t know you bra
bout to get your benzes up
i’m mannin up, embeddin up
dummy don’t get damaged up
i done did all kind of stuff
selling dope, robbing stuff
take your … in my seat
wishing a f*ck n*gg* try me
room full of killers move by me
and they move in silence
getting head from a that’s shiny
couple killers behind me
all my n*gg*s grimey
and you know where to find me

[hook]
man i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
and i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s, squad!
man i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
bow, bow, bow
i said i’m riding round 1 deep
with that choppa on the back seat
blat, blat, blat
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s,
so i ain’t worry bout you f*ck n*gg*s.

/ ft chief keef waka flocka gucci mane lyrics