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03 Greedo - Bacc To Bacc Ft Yhung To Lyrics

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03, ayy
Drummer Gang in this thang, make it bang
Choppa, I don't need no aim (Matt Brick$)
SOB x RBE in this bitch
Yhung T.O. and 03 in this shit
Ron Ron do that shit, Beat Boy taught me

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, bitch
"How you clean your ice?" Bitch, I use toothpaste
That baby faced baby loc, baby sit in paper
Child support? Yeah, right, my BM gettin' payments

Young ni*** 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 niggas shoot, don't miss
I got times I quit, but them times ain't shit
Sent your niggas on a skit, don't get respect for assist
I got times when I'm calmin', most times might trip
All these niggas wanna ride and ain't providin' a lick

Buy my bitch 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 pu*** introduce us
If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength
A ni***, bossman, ice man, buzzin'
She creep up like a wolf, I make a howlin' sound, she bust it
Goddamn, we just friends, f*** it
That pu*** got me hooked so I might make her be my woman

Got some niggas that'll slide if he dubbin' this bitch
Love'll get you killed, and you lovin' that bitch
If I had to make a choice, I'd make a ni*** strip
I need money, every dollar, every chain in this bitch, ni***
F*** fame, all my niggas gettin' paid
And these niggas don't want smoke, all these niggas gettin' saved
Niggas talk crazy when they typin' on that page
I got demons in real life for niggas thinkin' that they brave

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 [?] this early mornin'
Hella horny, I can't f*** a bitch 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*** everybody
I be out here shittin' on these niggas like a port-a-potty

All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction
I'm that ni***, settin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Sendin' shots without no guns, that's a lil' backwards
Suckers sufferin' financially, niggas 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 niggas I can't trust that I'm still attached with
Know some niggas who be actin' but they really actresses

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, walk in with the MAC and target
Bitch, I push a hard bargain, blowin' on Nintendo cartridge
Racks, my bitch on Dolly Parton, big titties
Knockin' at the door, she flodgin', end up on that milk carton, bitch ni***

All my niggas 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 niggas with the beefin', all you niggas turn to bleedin'
I don't even want your bitch, still attackin' for the weekend
I got money on my mind, I know exactly what you thinkin'
I know temptation, and bitch, you'd be a dumb bitch to tempt me
I got triggers on these semis, squeezin' 50 'til it's empty, bitch