Yhung T.O., 03 Greedo - Bacc To Bacc lyrics

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 TO 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 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 TIP
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

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

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

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

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

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

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