Big Scarr, Quezz Ruthless - Bacc to Bacc lyrics
Alexander Woods
[Big Scarr, Quezz Ruthless - Bacc to Bacc lyrics]
(Everything Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Uh, yeah
I'm in LA smoking 'Woods of exotic opps
Flew with the Glock on the plane
Don't get mollywhopped killers with me, no
We don't need a bodyguard mm-mm, nope, no
I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop
Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks
He was hating on the low, fucked around
Got the nigga dropped
Uh, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Shots at his head
Ain't no need for him to call the doc
Dissing the gang
That's the shit got your partner shot
Got the drops from a bitch
Should've knew not to trust a thot
Damn, but you should've knew that
That's type of shit that'll get
A ho blew back call me Scarr Iron
Might beat a ho blue-black
Hellcat, it's fat
This bitch come with some run flats
Uh, yeah, snatch your pole off your hip, no
You can't get your gun back
Grim Reaper Gang, fuck around
Get your soul snatched
Youngins, they ready to step like a doormat
Woah, but you should've knew that
I heard he got shot and he
Ain't get to shoot back
Prepared for the bitch, yeah
We ready for comeback
Freaky lil' bitch eat me up
Like a fruit snack
Uh, yeah, capping on what? Boy
You know you ain't do that
Big Scarr hang out the scat
With the Dracs shooting, who next?
We no ID, y'all could tell just like
"Who that?" uh, yeah, like, "Who this?"
Spin a opp block, put that on my to do list
Still'll mask up and go slide
I don't do hit's these niggas rap capping
My gang really do this
Uh, woah, these niggas boys
You know that we grew to this
Your bitch in my phone and
She sending me nudity aR shoot flames
This bitch came with a cooling kit
Stop claiming the body
You know you ain't do the shit
Used to be broke, now I'm stupid rich
Got on my shit
I ain't got time for the foolishness
Uh, yeah
I'm in LA smoking 'Woods of exotic opps
Flew with the Glock on the plane
Don't get mollywhopped killers with me, no
We don't need a bodyguard mm-mm, nope, no
I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop
Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks
He was hating on the low, fucked around
Got the nigga dropped
Uh, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Shots at his head
Ain't no need for him to call the doc
Dissing the gang
That's the shit got your partner shot
Got the drops from a bitch
Should've knew not to trust a thot
Damn, but you should've knew that
That's type of shit that'll get
A ho blew back call me Scarr Iron
Might beat a ho blue-black
Hellcat, it's fat
This bitch come with some run flats
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Uh, yeah
I'm in LA smoking 'Woods of exotic opps
Flew with the Glock on the plane
Don't get mollywhopped killers with me, no
We don't need a bodyguard mm-mm, nope, no
I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop
Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks
He was hating on the low, fucked around
Got the nigga dropped
Uh, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Shots at his head
Ain't no need for him to call the doc
Dissing the gang
That's the shit got your partner shot
Got the drops from a bitch
Should've knew not to trust a thot
Damn, but you should've knew that
That's type of shit that'll get
A ho blew back call me Scarr Iron
Might beat a ho blue-black
Hellcat, it's fat
This bitch come with some run flats
Uh, yeah, snatch your pole off your hip, no
You can't get your gun back
Grim Reaper Gang, fuck around
Get your soul snatched
Youngins, they ready to step like a doormat
Woah, but you should've knew that
I heard he got shot and he
Ain't get to shoot back
Prepared for the bitch, yeah
We ready for comeback
Freaky lil' bitch eat me up
Like a fruit snack
Uh, yeah, capping on what? Boy
You know you ain't do that
Big Scarr hang out the scat
With the Dracs shooting, who next?
We no ID, y'all could tell just like
"Who that?" uh, yeah, like, "Who this?"
Spin a opp block, put that on my to do list
Still'll mask up and go slide
I don't do hit's these niggas rap capping
My gang really do this
Uh, woah, these niggas boys
You know that we grew to this
Your bitch in my phone and
She sending me nudity aR shoot flames
This bitch came with a cooling kit
Stop claiming the body
You know you ain't do the shit
Used to be broke, now I'm stupid rich
Got on my shit
I ain't got time for the foolishness
Uh, yeah
I'm in LA smoking 'Woods of exotic opps
Flew with the Glock on the plane
Don't get mollywhopped killers with me, no
We don't need a bodyguard mm-mm, nope, no
I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop
Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks
He was hating on the low, fucked around
Got the nigga dropped
Uh, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Shots at his head
Ain't no need for him to call the doc
Dissing the gang
That's the shit got your partner shot
Got the drops from a bitch
Should've knew not to trust a thot
Damn, but you should've knew that
That's type of shit that'll get
A ho blew back call me Scarr Iron
Might beat a ho blue-black
Hellcat, it's fat
This bitch come with some run flats