Front Seat

I'm just smoking on some bud on
My way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat
(chopper on the front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got
My pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat
(chopper on the front seat) who's strap
(we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I
Ain't worried about these haters
Got my chopper on the front seat
(chopper on the front seat)

On my buck shit just left
My pot of grain sand
I plan on poppin' purchases and
Robbin' till it's daylight
Y'all niggas is told on we just say you damn
But all I hold shows on
These country bitches pussy tight
Boy this club would make a
Motherfucker think he rich
Make an ugly bitch even think
That she the shit
Don't be surprised when you see
What's in our rights
Ain't made just a gage she
Put right between your eyes
Different neighbourhood's beefing
You gon' stay in or gon' stay out
Somebody get to shoot
Nigga it's one way in or one way out
My city own one everybody too strap
Middle fingers up when they hear
Me holla who's strap

We believe in pudding candy paint on anything
Don't know the first to bring the dough
But we been ballin' since we came
They get we was cope put my
Nephew through them college years
When you people refused to
Give him a scholarship
Why I ask my mama why she needs some cash for
Then she just looked at me and asked
Me what I needed that mass for
Just load it up with bullets
Paint his face bright
'Cause that's the type of shit my AK like
No trace face got a rag on it
And the chevy signal ain't ates with
No fucking tags on it
Let them niggas think they got away
With it for that moment
Retaliation show feel good don't it

Used to shoot it out with them
Niggas for different pity shit
They used it on a beefer for
Bitches that I already hit
Shit been flaming since them
New niggas been hanging
So they ain't from around here
It's time for rearranging
When daddy bought the banging
He's 60 still slanging
Got a chopper for that dumb shit
And he got a young bitch
Nigga who's strap, fuck if you have
You got it on you right now give me 2 clap
Catch up on the few laps
Coping at your neighbourhood I'm looking
For some new trap jack Daniels and that 40
With the black handle
Take your money and I blew it like a candle

Young Buck

Front Seat

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