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Bacc Tracc (feat. Drakeo the Ruler & 03 Greedo)
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[Verse 1]
I been counting money forward
I don't back track
Every night I pray the lord he bring that act back
If my brother bring a play then I'm a latch that
And we came up out the gutter as a matter fact
I pull up on her, it's a party in my way back
Fall in love, ain't got no feelings, you can have that
I'ma pull up with no semis at your address
Let that chopper get to drillin', be like
[Verse 2]
All I wanted was hundred on my C-day
**** be talking, we don't believe it
Came out the struggle, I live and breathe it
I'm still pouring, DrakeO still be fiendin'
I'm still bringing stacks in with no D-day
Yeah, I make her bust it on the freeway
You can't put no budget on what we make
Never give a fuck, ****, no leeway
I was 'bout my hustle back in pre-K
[Verse 3]
Used to dress the flyest on a free day
Long as you supplying I'm receiving
Fucked my bitch all night and then I'm leaving
'Cause **** spending money and I need it
I'm riding with Envy, and he  gon' grow up
Pull up on your block and be like show up
I don't talk to no bitch about ****
But your bitch talk to ****
**** know us
[Verse 4]
I been counting money forward
I don't back track
Every night, I pray the Lord, He bring that Act' back
If my brother bring a play then I'm a latch that
And we came up out the gutter as a matter fact
I pull up on her, it's a party in my way back
Fall in love, ain't got no feelings, you can have that
I'ma pull up with no semis at your address
Let that chopper get to drillin', be like
[Verse 5]
**** know me, I'm the ruler, I don't back track
If you pull up in a coupe, I can match that
Off this mud, buck fifty in the fast track
I'm sick of **** and these subs, I'ma crash 'em
Always acting out in public, I'm a class clown
Money doing Benihanas, I'm a asshole
I'm drinking red, I wish a ****'d bring that Act' back
**** dressing like on but he crack cars
All big bank Gucis, lookin' dashboards
In a max sport
The flu flaming rap star
[Verse 6]
All up in your news feeds
Kick door, Bruce Lee
Never drove a hoopty
Sick of **** boosting
I'm strangling Judas
Was told I'm a nuisance
These **** must be stupid
They think I'm 'bout to bow down
You might just tap out now
We fix grills like pow wow
These stinks got the laugh now
Maylene give my background
Don't rap beef 'cause that's out
[Verse 7]
I been counting money forward
I don't back track
Every night, I pray the Lord, He bring that Act' back
If my brother bring a play then I'm a latch that
And we came up out the gutter as a matter fact
Pull up on her, it's a party in my way back
Fall in love, ain't got no feelings, you can have that
I'ma pull up with no semis at your address
Let that chopper get to drillin', be like
[Verse 8]
It's early in the morning
She's chillin' as I'm noting
And I'ma get that fire on ****
I don't live let die on ****
Remember where I left sight on ****
My side don't sleep
Homicide low key
High notes we remember or
The safety's squared on my sleep
[Verse 9]
New belt, Louis V, best dressed, clean feet
No socks, two Gs for the slip on loafers
Grape singing like McQueen for my neck
Purple diamonds, blue diamonds on the titanic
Lately I been on my tip like an iceberg
You was digging your boogers
I got that drip that I was splashing
Club flashing
Fast loves int he club
Got shit for these rappers
Twice y'all, sippin' love, that just for these trappers
[Verse 10]
I been counting money forward
I don't back track
Every night, I pray the Lord, He bring that Act' back
If my brother bring a play then I'm a latch that
And we came up out the gutter as a matter fact
I pull up on her, it's a party in my way back
Fall in love, ain't got no feelings, you can have that
I'ma pull up with no semis at your address
Let that chopper get to drillin', be like
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