Bacc Against The Wall Pt.2 lyrics
by Rx Papi
[Intro]
On god
Yeah
Frr
Huh
[Verse]
On god I’m the boss of this sh*t n*gga a flying saucers little n*gga nobody taught you sh*t little n*gga throw it in pot caught the sh*t little n*gga you don’t nothing about that grid I got more dog then Mike Vick little n*gga I wish I might quit I ain’t never work no night shift fifty bowels out the door that’s my sh*t fifty grams of dog sold I’m too lit she just brought a bundle she back again big body beep beep when I’m backing In I heard he fumbled the pack again I heard he back on his back again y'all better stop with that capping sh*t I drop the bag and get you but they gone use my lyrics against a n*gga they say I’m putting hits on n*ggas long live them boys I miss them n*ggas imma keep dropping until we get them n*ggas n*ggas not safe in other state bet them six deuces f*ck up ya face 556s f*ck up the car I’m really that f*cking boy I roll a wood think about BK in a bad mood I’ll get a n*gga killed today my momma say (?) all I know is I got my tool on me got sh*t going on in my head see dead bodies when I lay in bed when I’m in that mode I’m big belly Fred put a million dollars get them n*ggas dead I got out the car on my doly I rap but I still got it on me them n*ggas playing both sides I catch them both they both die don’t think I’m with this rapping sh*t At all
Cause I’m still packaging the dog I still stuff crack inside my drawls this me my bacc against the wall this chopper bite like it’s a dog bet not tell them people what you saw with the whole city I’ll go to war about my mother f*cking dog I got death on my mind I got murder on my brain the cost of life super cheap I’ll get you murder for a chain if you say it you better do it I make yellow tape music he brought that Glock 4 months ago that n*gga still ain’t gone shoot it I was in a show across the state they tie my name up in a shooting I’m on the stage with the chop b*tch you know how I be moving the city want me dead f*ck it boy they better come with it cause it’s a hundred in the drum look like I stuffed big pun in it pus*y
[Outro]
On god
On god