Backseat Houdini (Ft. J Neat)

[Intro: J Neat & Houdini]
Slatt, slatt
Gats on gats, oh, straps all in the backseat, yo
(In the back, all up in the back seat)
(Broad day with the SK)

[Chorus: Houdini]
Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat, yo
Packs on packs so, please, don't you harass me, no
Who that boy though? Not from no Degrassi, yo
Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh
Gats on gats, got straps all up in the back seat, yo
Packs on packs so, please, don't you harass me, no
Who that boy though? Not from no Degrassi though
Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh

[Verse 1: J Neat & Houdini]
Straps on straps, got shooters in the backseat, oh
She a freak, she fuckin' to my tracks, oh, oh
Free the guys, they told me heard me on the radio
So I can't slip, I keep my stick, my whole gang, they tryna score
And I talk facts, uh, all these niggas cappin', oh
Oh snap, 'cause they done leaked his photo
In the back and I got me a .44, oh
Make him giddy up like the horse up on his Polo
I'm on the road, I'm makin' plays just like it's Madden
MCM hold my hammer, I perc with fashion
These niggas don't want no smoke, they don't want no static
Fuck the doctor, we gon' send your homie to a casket
And fuck the doctor, we gon' send your homie to a casket
We ain't runnin' on no hardwood for a basket
She say that she want a savage, a little lavish
Run up on him, let him have it, fatal damage