TA Da Reaper - Blacked Out Backseat

Iron dats it
Iron dats it
Blacked out backseat wit da iron that's it
Blacked out backseat
Blacked out backseat wit da iron that's it
Blacked out backseat
Blacked out backseat wit da iron that's it
Blacked out backseat
Blacked out backseat wit da iron
Blacked out backseat wit da iron
Blacked out backseat wit da iron that's it, Glock 18c with the auto switch
I'm only hanging round certified shooters, I'm recruiting don't knock it for you try that shit
Mama ain't raise no selfish ass nigga, I'ma multiply it all then divide that shit
I ain't really letting in no new niggas, when ya wave catch fire they gone ride that shit
If the racks in my pocket, then the 9 won't fit
Niggas ain't real re-define that shit
Dumping shit down I'm behind that stick
You can run but you can't hide behind that tint
Real sharp shooter I can hide that kick, and a real dope boy he can eye that shit
Do what you want bet my line won't flinch, if my name find his lips he gone find that ditch
If it's smoke say it's smoke don't disguise that shit
You ain't gone ride got ya homeboy killed
Fishbowl pulling out to shine on shit, took ya bitch I just gave the hoe the eye that's it
I fell in love wit squeezing on Glizzy's, I don't know it just make me feel alive that's it
Blacked out backseat with the iron that's it, filling up a 357 extendo clip
Last nigga really wasn't bout that shit he was ra ra til his windows came in
I don't know the last one to spot me when I was down bad cause the pack neva came in
I ain't pulling no who shot me shit I'ma keep spinnin til they feel the pain I'm in
Nigga tried to play me like a lightweight, had the burner on me every time they weighed me in
6 figure nigga it's gone take a lil more than some pussy for you bitches trying to bait me in
I'ma get a nigga knocked off soon as I get the drop and they tell me what state he in
Shoota sippin on that Wockhardt, got the show packed out like a motherfucking stadium
556 at ya cranium
Foreign my pole, and my cars, and my clothes, and my bankroll full of them Canadians
I don't need nobody to front me you can just look and you see how straight we is
Serving in front on my auntie, foot on the door if they tripping on letting me in
Walk thru ya functions gone pop who, you gone get hit trying to play like a alien
1st48 what make we is
Blacked out backseat wit da iron that's it, Glock 18c with the auto switch
I'm only hanging round certified shooters, I'm recruiting don't knock it for you try that shit
Mama ain't raise no selfish ass nigga, I'ma multiply it all then divide that shit
I ain't really letting in no niggas, when ya wave catch fire they gone ride that shit
If the racks in my pocket, then the 9 won't fit
Niggas ain't real re-define that shit
Dumping shit down I'm behind that stick
You can run but you can't hide behind that tint
Real sharp shooter I can hide that kick, and a real dope boy he can eye that shit
Do what you want bet my line won't flinch, if my name find his lips he gone find that ditch
Find that ditch
Find that ditch
Who want smoke?
Cause I don't mind that shit

Written by:
Terrance Anderson

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