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1mere – backseatboys lyrics

[intro]
big go sh+t
(ooh, sav, k!lled it)
you want a bully, uh+uh+uh, go
you want a bully, know what the f+ck goin’ on
yeah, yeah, yeah
and i’m in the trenches
yeah, yeah, i’m in the trenches

[verse]
they say, “why he got that bl!ck?”, i need that bag, i need that stain
out there huntin’ for a chaser, i need that body and that chain
where you runnin’ from? this a glizzy with a green beam
throwin’ oops to my bro for that body, dream team
bro, that sh+t fake, where the f+ck you gettin’ pink lean?
brodie upstate probaly stabbin’ n+ggas in they spleen
savage sh+t, hit a n+gga head, it’s in my genes
pack sh+t if they ever think to play with me
them campers come through clappin’
please, don’t be a d+ck head lackin’
even though it’s summer time, that draco in my jacket
dissin’ on bruh bruh, now he all stiff up in that casket
i was down bad, i hit a l!ck to get that backend
[?] ain’t got sh+t to do with that when they murdered him
he never shot at me but dropped a diss, i never heard of him
bk got hit twenty+five times, he thought sh+t was sweet
backseat boys, way before the feds we was doin’ sweeps
five n+ggas died in one month, we on a whole streak
he tried block shots from the switch, he like a goalie
we get that lo’, we cookin’ sh+t, f+ck you doin’ at burger king?
like we don’t know that f+ckin’ bro be lackin’ bustin’ traps
you seem— tried take the risk
got up on him, he a goner, drac’ got him full of sh+t
only trollin’ on the dead ’cause they diss then become a vic’
n+ggas g+y, i said, “where you at? let’s link”, he sent a kiss
big go sh+t, i might do a drill when i leave [?]
backseat boys pop right out that cut, let them feel that switch
everytime them n+ggas hear that drac’, i see n+ggas griddy
this sh+t for the guys, we hittin’ wickets, we ain’t gon’ stop bl!ckin’
caught him on that step, d+ck head, how you start trippin’?
in that car lackin’ with no burner, you just don’t listen
next time i see what’s his name, i’ma smoke his loafin’ ass
i just spent your rent on louis v, all i do is blow a bag
b+tch, f+ck your name, only thing you do is gag
b+tch, f+ck your name, only thing you do is gag

- 1mere lyrics

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