[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 n***as 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 n***as 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
[Pre-Chorus: Houdini & J Neat]
(Pew-pew-pew)
(Ooh) Slatt, slatt
(Run up on him like ooh)
(Shoutout my n***a J Neat, man)
Straps all in the backseat, yo
(In the back, all up in the back seat, yo)

[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 2: J Neat & Houdini]
Ayy, ayy, she kinda nasty, yo
Ayy, ayy, she a battri ho
Ayy, ayy, I'm in my bag, get some more
I'm in my bag, get some more, pop a tag get some more
Ayy, baby, I be on the road
Baby, I be on the go, baby, I be gettin' dough (I'm gettin' dough)
Ayy, she poppin' bottles, that's for sure
Poppin' xannies, that's for sure, do the gang, you gotta go
Uh, ayy, do the gang, you gotta go
In the trap, I let it snow, M Sav, he gon' let it blow
Free K Sav up on the road, then we just rock another show
She give me top, but goin' 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 your role
[Break: Houdini & J Neat]
(Play your role, play your role, play your role)
(I don't really need you, lil' ho)
(I just really need— though)
Slatt, slatt
(I don't really need no more)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, Wass

[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, no
Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh