Listen to Bacc To Bacc (feat. Yhung T.O.) by 03 Greedo

Bacc To Bacc (feat. Yhung T.O.)

03 Greedo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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03 Greedo ft. SOB x RBE (Yhung T.O) - Bacc To Bacc [Prod. By Ron-Ron, Matt Brick$, BeatBoy] [2018]

Watch 03 Greedo ft. SOB x RBE (Yhung T.O) - Bacc To Bacc [Prod. By Ron-Ron, Matt Brick$, BeatBoy] [2018] on YouTube

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

03 Greedo

Vocals

Yhung T.O.

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

LaRon Robinson

Songwriter

Angelo Johnson

Songwriter

Jason Jamal Jackson

Jason Jamal Jackson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ron Ron

Producer

Beat Boy

Producer

Matt Bricks

Producer

Lyrics

03

Aye

Drummer Gang in this thing, make it bang

Choppa, I don't need no aim

SOB, RBE in this bitch

Yhung T.O. 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 look, baby sit in paper

Child support?

Yeah right, my BM gettin' payments

Young **** 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 **** shoot, don't miss

I got times I quit, but them times ain't shit

Sit y'all **** don't sleep , don't get respect for assist

I got times when I'm calmin', most times might trip

All these **** wanna ride and ain't providin' a lift

Buy my bitch a purse for my daughter and my shooter

It's ten thousand 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 ****, 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 **** 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 **** strip

I need money, erry dollar, erry chain in this bitch (****)

Fuck fame, all my **** gettin' paid

And these **** don't want smoke, all these **** gettin' saved

**** talk crazy when they typin' on that page

I got demons in real life for **** thinkin' that they brave

Any side a California, people know I'm very loyal

Trap 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' (Ooh)

Hella horny, I can't fuck a bitch if her lil' body boney

She say, "Boy, you sleepin'? I'ma teach you"

Then she hopped up on it

Goddamn, she get it in, I'ma fuck errybody

I be out here shittin' on these **** like a port-a-potty (Aah)

All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction

I'm that **** settin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson

Sendin' shots without no guns, that's a lil' backwards

Suckers sufferin' financially, **** 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 **** I can't trust that I'm still attached with

Know some **** 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 Bulgari

iPhone X, forgot the charger

Genius, but I'm half-retarded

Walk in 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 ****

All my **** really demons

Get to shootin' for no reason

Catch a sucker tryna slide and have him standin' where we leave him

And I'm goin' 'gainst the odds, but all my hunnid dollars even

All my **** with the beefin', all you **** turn to bleedin'

I don't even want yo' 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' fifty 'til it's empty, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Written by: Angelo Johnson, Jason Jackson, LaRon Robinson

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