Have Yo b*tch Bacc lyrics
by J. Stone
[Intro: 03 Greedo]
You say you tryna ride for a n*gga who hatin' on you, you know what I'm sayin'
Have your b*tch back, you know what I'm sayin'
Now you f*ckin', sh*t, he f*ckin' your b*tch and then he like have your b*tch back, you know what I'm sayin'
We ain't, we ain't doin' all that man
Don't touch a n*gga while he just got a motherf*ckin' mistress
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
We don't beef with these n*ggas over these b*tches
Really came out of the trenches, all my n*ggas is some hitters
All this textin' is ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off the women that we pimpin'
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Have you ever been somebody, no, chopper make your body rock
Drummer Gang my second label, hundred bullets first of all
All money in, stupid b*tches never goin' out
No dates, no dates, we don't do no hangin' out
In the kitchen makin' straight rich gang bangers
Outside, other side where I reside, free my cuzzo doin' time
I'm like f*ck it, do a line, pop a molly all the time
Let me f*ck her with my nine, she a freak, she a thot
Shake somethin', shake somethin', like pepper and salt
I'm the n*gga with the sauce, all this flavor in her mouth
Baby got the drip now, you can tell she talkin' different
Must've been around some n*ggas that'll raise her eyebrow
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
We don't beef with these n*ggas over these b*tches
Really came out of the trenches, all my n*ggas is some hitters
All this textin' is ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off the women that we pimpin'
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: J. Stone]
We ain't catchin' feelings for pus*y poppin', hood boppin'
She gon' take the homies out flockin', you gon' take her shoppin'
All money inner and out, thumbin' through all the bands
Clique full of Drummers, I ain't talkin' 'bout a marching band
I'm the driver and the shooter, got the MAC with the cooler
I'm a mack and a ruler, blowin' racks with my jewelers
She got ass, I'ma toot her, beat it fast and I boot her
Pass her to my producer L-Finguz
Twist my fingers up, I don't give a single f*ck
Used to drive the Regal Cut, now I want a Bentley truck
Switch it up, she back that ass up, I be rich rollin'
You can have that b*tch back, you report that b*tch stolen
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
We don't beef with these n*ggas over these b*tches
Really came out of the trenches, all my n*ggas is some hitters
All this textin' is ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off the women that we pimpin'
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: J. Stone]
We don't beef with you n*ggas over these b*tches
Got my mind on a million since they let me out of prison
Backwood roller, I ain't f*ckin' with no swishers
And I got a whole pint, I ain't f*ckin' with no liquor
f*ck her then I diss her, you gon' tell her that you miss her
I don't cuff her, I don't kiss her, I don't love her 'cause it's money over b*tches
Or should I say riches over snitches
My whole clique is million dollar n*ggas
b*tch learn somethin', twerk somethin'
Twerk somethin', she gon' f*ckin' hurt somethin'
Got the pus*y soakin' wet, she gon' f*ckin' squirt somethin'
I'm a soldier and a vet, f*ck around and murk somethin'
I'm a rider for the set, turn nothin' into somethin'
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
We don't beef with these n*ggas over these b*tches
Really came out of the trenches, all my n*ggas is some hitters
All this textin' is ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off the women that we pimpin'
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (you can have that b*tch back)
Have your b*tch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)