[Houdini]
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
[J Neat]
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
[Houdini]
And I talk fast uh, all these niggas cappin' though
Oh snap cuz 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
[J Neat]
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
[Houdini]
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
[Houdini]
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
[J Neat]
Aye, Aye, she kinda nasty yo
Aye, aye, she a battry hoe
Aye aye, I'm in my bag and some more
I'm in my bag get some more
Pop a tag get some more
Aye, baby I be on the road
Baby I be on the go
Baby I be gettin' dough
Aye, she poppin' bottles thats for sure
Poppin' xannies that's for sure
Do the gang you gotta go
[Houdini]
Do the gang you gotta go
In the trap I let it snow
M's on me, gon' let it blow
Free K Sav up on the road
Then I just rock another show
She give me top, but going low
Couldn't stop she such a pro
Never disrespect the bros
Before I go and sell my soul
I'd rather sell a brick of dope
In the field you tryna' cope
In the field we tryna' score
Sniper gang we totin' scopes
Ask her what's her horoscope
I'ma need you to play a role
[Houdini]
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
Gas on gas, got straps all up in the back seat yo
Packs on packs so, please don't you harass me no
Who dat boy though, not from no Degrassi though
Who dat bitch uh, movin' kinda nasty oh
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