Back Of The Lac ft. L.M.G Chapo Lyrics

I'm in the back of tha lac, wit a mac

All in black, with my bitch got her rollin' a sack

Aye, smoking that thrax, that's a fact

He a rat, get him gone, put his ass in a pack

Just relax, I keep the drac in the back

Hop on ya beat for a rack

Flip the pack, I see the laws bitch I'm gone

Thought a nîgga was starting in track

Mi chica es mala, fuck on yo bitch for a dollar

They watching my lead, just to follow

Attached to them hollows, I make a fuck nigga holler

Made his ass cry like a toddler

Eight lines in a bottle, get back finna push on the throttle

Smoke his bitch ass about a dollar

Runnin' ya mouth got a problem

I thought yo ass said you a rider

Don't play with me I'ma survivor

Don't play with me, I'ma survivor

Leave the house with them hollows

Fuck on ya bitch for a dollar

They know a young nigga cold

But I don't see nobody else who hotter

Them bitches don't know how to act

I'm in the back of the lac

Real nigga gone get them stacks

Spend that shit, make it right back

Hustle in the night and day time

Shooting shots from the baseline

No days off no break time

Never let another nigga take mines

I'ma stay in the game till it's over

Money all on me, you can smell the odor

Tryna see a mill, feel I got closer

Keep a bad bitch like Fashion Nova

I'm in the back of tha lac, wit a mac

All in black, with my bitch got her rollin' a sack

Aye, smoking that thrax, that's a fact

He a rat, get him gone, put his ass in a pack

Just relax, I keep the drac in the back

Hop on ya beat for a rack

Flip the pack, I see the laws bitch I'm gone

Thought a nîgga was starting in track

Mi chica es mala, fuck on yo bitch for a dollar

They watching my lead, just to follow

Attached to them hollows, I make a fuck nigga holler

Made his ass cry like a toddler

Eight lines in a bottle, get back finna push on the throttle

Smoke his bitch ass about a dollar

Runnin' ya mouth got a problem

I thought yo ass said you a rider

Don't play with me I'ma survivor

I take me shot, I take me a sip

Got my bitch in the whip

Tryna do it real big

Stackin' paper like chips

Get it then make it flip

Always strapped with the clip

Cut some niggas off and I been doing good ever since

Niggas mad than a bitch

Pro at this shit, I'm legit

Yeah, gotta get what I deserve

Young nigga put in work

Goin' hard till I'm in the dirt

Yeah the bitch was bad so I popped her like a perc

I breaks em off so proper

Kicking shit like soccer

My niggas tote choppers

Mix the drank with the vodka

Keep eight lines in the bottle

I'm in the back of tha lac, wit a mac

All in black, with my bitch got her rollin' a sack

Aye, smoking that thrax, that's a fact

He a rat, get him gone, put his ass in a pack

Just relax, I keep the drac in the back

Hop on ya beat for a rack

Flip the pack, I see the laws bitch I'm gone

Thought a nîgga was starting in track

Mi chica es mala, fuck on yo bitch for a dollar

They watching my lead, just to follow

Attached to them hollows, I make a fuck nigga holler

Made his ass cry like a toddler

Eight lines in a bottle, get back finna push on the throttle

Smoke his bitch ass about a dollar

Runnin' ya mouth got a problem

I thought yo ass said you a rider

Don't play with me I'ma survivor