03 Greedo - Bacc To Bacc Lyrics
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    Bacc To Bacc

    [Intro: 03 Greedo]
    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

    [Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
    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

    [Verse 2: 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
    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 lift

    [Verse 3: 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, she bust it
    Goddamn, we just friends, fuck it
    That pussy got me hooked so I might make her be my woman

    [Verse 4: 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

    [Verse 5: 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 bumpin' rouges 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

    [Verse 6: 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

    [Verse 7: 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, walkin' 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

    [Verse 8: 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 I take her 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

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