03 Greedo - Bacc To Bacc lyrics

[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 b**h Yhung T.O. and 03 in this sh** Ron Ron do that sh**, 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 a** once, but he bled in two places Rosé everything, got expensive taste, b**h “How you clean your ice?” b**h, 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 n***a 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 n***as shoot, don’t miss I got times I quit, but them times ain’t sh** Sit y’all n***as on a [?], don’t get respect for a**ist I got times when I’m calmin’, most times might trip All these n***as wanna ride and ain’t providin’ a lick [Verse 3: 03 Greedo] Buy my b**h 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 p**y introduce us If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength A n***a, 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 p**y got me hooked so I might make her be my woman [Verse 4: Yhung T.O] Got some n***as that’ll slide if he dubbin’ this b**h Love’ll get you k**ed, and you lovin’ that b**h If I had to make a choice, I’d make a n***a strip I need money, every dollar, every chain in this b**h, n***a f** fame, all my n***as gettin’ paid And these n***as don’t want smoke, all these n***as gettin’ saved n***as talk crazy when they typin’ on that page I got demons in real life for n***as 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 bu*t-naked with Jamaican oils I’m eatin’ Jamaican food and [?] this early mornin’ Hella horny, I can’t f** a b**h 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 sh**tin’ on these n***as like a port-a-potty [Verse 6: Yhung T.O.] All these diamonds on my neck, I’m the main attraction I’m that n***a, settin’ plays like I’m Phil Jackson Sendin’ shots without no guns, that’s a lil’ backwards s**ers sufferin’ financially, n***as Twitter trappin’ And you will get your a** smoked with all that Twitter yappin’ I mean like way less talk and more interaction Got some n***as I can’t trust that I’m still attached with Know some n***as 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, walk in with the MAC and target b**h, I push a hard bargain, blowin’ on Nintendo cartridge Racks, my b**h on Dolly Parton, big titties Knockin’ at the door, she flodgin’, end up on that milk carton, b**h n***a [Verse 8: Yhung T.O] All my n***as really demons, get to shootin’ for no reason Catch a s**a 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 n***as with the beefin’, all you n***as turn to bleedin’ I don’t even want your b**h, still attackin’ for the weekend I got money on my mind, I know exactly what you thinkin’ I know temptation, and b**h, you’d be a dumb b**h to tempt me I got triggers on these semis, squeezin’ 50 ’til it’s empty, b**h