Bac 2 Bac PT. 2 lyrics

[Verse: Joey Fats & YBN Nahmir]
My b*tch pus*y so good, take a nap in it
Your main b*tch on the 'Gram straight catfishing
Yeah this watch a 40, [?] ain't no cappin
But they searching at the club cause I got my strap with me
You can't rap with me
pus*y boy don't act silly
[?] try to slide and we gon get jiggy
You know I hit this 40 if beef [?]
My n*ggas coming [?] knowing every [?]
[?] lil n*gga [?]
Location [?] where your home at
No chaser, n*gga I send shots where your dome at
Like conyak, you say you in the field, but where your pole at?
[?] f*ck around and got your bro wacked
No rappin ass n*gga, we gon pop out where your show at
Pack gon shoot that 40 like a tuba, he gon blow that
You never catch me out without my [?], boy you know that
b*tch I'm riding for my section, [?] Imma snatch [?]
n*gga arguing bout these hoes, get his dome smacked
Why you trippin lil bro? I told you I ain't even knowing that
[?] tryna see where that dro at
My Alabama n*ggas hit me, tryna see where the lows at
Packs go for 650, I can't let you hold that
You cuffin on that b*tch, that pus*y got a low jack
She sucking on my di*k, then she asking where my blow at
b*tch I'm coolin on the block, [?] it's me and Lil Fats
[?] you n*ggas duck and [?]
Young OG, boy I can't f*ck around with no pipsqueeks
[?] between [?] ain't sh*t sweet
My whip automatic, cause I can't [?] when I'm finna squeeze
My b*tch she the baddest, don't know her name, I call her Keke
I go to Atlanta, [?] like I'm Big Meech
Those n*ggas they b*tches, catch a b*tch [?]
You want smoke, I got it
[?] with the problems [?]