Letra de Bacc To Bacc

[03 Greedo:]

03, ayy

Try my gang and it's aim, make it bang

Choppa, I don't need no aim

SOB x RBE in this bitch

Yhung T.O and 03 in this shit



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



[Yhung T.O:]

Young nigga 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

Sit y'all niggas on a [?], don't get respect for assist

I got times when I'm calm, most times might trip

All these niggas wanna ride and ain't providin' a lick



[03 Greedo:]

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 pussy introduce us

If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength

A nigga, bossman, ice man, buzzin'

She creep up like a wolf, I make a howlin' sound and bust it

Goddamn, we just friends, fuck it

That pussy got me hooked so I might make her be my woman



[Yhung T.O:]

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 nigga strip

I need money, every dollar, every chain in this bitch, nigga

Fuck 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



[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 [?] this early mornin'

Hella horny, I can't fuck 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 fuck everybody

I be out here shittin' on these niggas like a port-a-potty



[Yhung T.O:]

All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction

I'm that nigga, 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



[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, 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 nigga



[Yhung T.O:]

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