Bacc To Bacc lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo]
03, ayy
Drummer Gang in this thang, make it bang
Choppa, I don't need no aim (Matt Brick$)
SOB x RBE in this b*tch
Yhung T.O. and 03 in this sh*t
Ron Ron do that sh*t, Beat Boy taught me

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Gucci penny loafers to my big blue faces
I'ma keep it packed like the Gucci suitcases
Crippin', but I stay away from chubby shoelaces
Hit his ass once, but he bled in two places
Rosé everything, got expensive taste, b*tch
"How you clean your ice?" b*tch, I use toothpaste
That baby faced baby loc, baby sit in paper
Child support? Yeah, right, my BM gettin' payments

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O]
Young n*gga got rich and I ain't looked back since
I got diamonds in my mouth, I got clips on clips
I got sauce, might drip, I got straps like T.I.P
I got shooters on call, them n*ggas shoot, don't miss
I got times I quit, but them times ain't sh*t
Sent your n*ggas on a skit, don't get respect for assist
I got times when I'm calmin', most times might trip
All these n*ggas wanna ride and ain't providin' a lift
[Verse 3: 03 Greedo]
Buy my b*tch a purse, for my daughter and my shooter
It's $10,000 for a verse, you won't show if you a loser
Yeah maybe you is real, but a pus*y introduce us
If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength
A n*gga, bossman, ice man, buzzin'
She creep up like a wolf, I make a howlin' sound, she bust it
Goddamn, we just friends, f*ck it
That pus*y got me hooked so I might make her be my woman

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O]
Got some n*ggas that'll slide if he dubbin' this b*tch
Love'll get you killed, and you lovin' that b*tch
If I had to make a choice, I'd make a n*gga strip
I need money, every dollar, every chain in this b*tch, n*gga
f*ck fame, all my n*ggas gettin' paid
And these n*ggas don't want smoke, all these n*ggas gettin' saved
n*ggas talk crazy when they typin' on that page
I got demons in real life for n*ggas thinkin' that they brave

[Verse 5: 03 Greedo]
Any side of California, people know I'm very loyal
Strap game made me royal, rap game made me spoiled
She doin' my dreads butt-naked with Jamaican oils
I'm eatin' Jamaican food and bumpin' rouges early mornin'
Hella horny, I can't f*ck a b*tch if her lil' body bony
She say, "Boy, you sleepin', I'ma teach you" then she hopped up on it
Goddamn, she get it in, I'ma f*ck everybody
I be out here sh*ttin' on these n*ggas like a port-a-potty
[Verse 6: Yhung T.O.]
All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction
I'm that n*gga, settin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Sendin' shots without no guns, that's a lil' backwards
Suckers sufferin' financially, n*ggas Twitter trappin'
And you will get your ass smoked with all that Twitter yappin'
I mean like way less talk and more interaction
Got some n*ggas I can't trust that I'm still attached with
Know some n*ggas who be actin' but they really actresses

[Verse 7: 03 Greedo]
Jordan down, project party, turn it to a private party
Had to spend the night with shawty, woke up eatin' calamari
Finna cop a white Ferrari, smash up on the cops, I'm sorry
Blow a bag and cop BVLGARI, iPhone X, forgot the charger
Genius, but I'm half-retarded, walkin' with the MAC and target
b*tch, I push a hard bargain, blowin' on Nintendo cartridge
Racks, my b*tch on Dolly Parton, big titties
Knockin' at the door, she flodgin', end up on that milk carton, b*tch n*gga

[Verse 8: Yhung T.O]
All my n*ggas really demons, get to shootin' for no reason
Catch a sucka tryna slide and have him standin' where we leave him
And I'm goin' 'gainst the odds, but all my hundred dollars even
All my n*ggas with the beefin', all you n*ggas turn to bleedin'
I don't even want your b*tch, still I take her for the weekend
I got money on my mind, I know exactly what you thinkin'
I know temptation, and b*tch, you'd be a dumb b*tch to tempt me
I got triggers on these semis, squeezin' 50 'til it's empty, b*tch