Bacc To Bacc ft. 4our4oz Lyrics

Grim, you killed it

Jumping out the car, DP, he gon' wet you

Throw my dog a bone, bitch, you know he gon' fetch

I get the drop and shoot it up, these niggas ain't on shit

Every time I'm poppin' out with cutters, you know they gon' hit

Lil' body, big shotty, niggas know I tote a stick

When they see me in that hoodie, niggas know they better dip

Tryna spin, come a equipped, it's some demons on the six

Up that glizzy and he ran, only missed him boutta inch

Spinning back-to-back, I'm tryna get him whacked

Roll the windows down on this U7, bitch, I send your ass to heaven

Every time I'm poppin' out, I'm crashing boutta bill

Tryna hype that nigga up, you better tell him, chill

Ain't no SOS, you know we finna take it

The milk I get from Mexico is off, fish scale until I break it

I tried to buy a pint of lean, it had no seal, I told him, shake it

Really get to running down niggas fishin, I don't fake it

Glock without a switch, that nigga basic

Sliding back-to-back, I'm tryna send him to his maker

Hit his blind spot in traffic, it wasn't nothing there to save him

Nigga thought he was a demon, now he one of gods angels

If they live the shit, they rap, then why my hommies still alive

And don't even mention leek, them niggas from another block

You smoking who? You better stop

Have them killers at your top

All that dissing for them views, but he ain't live to see his clout

Shoot a opp in the stomach when I see him

Nigga bleeding on the ground, with god wouldn't wanna be him

Glock with the extended mag, and we quick to shoot at melons

Run up in your trap house, bitch, like, what you selling

Put a coat hanger in my AR pistol, it's a fully

300 black out, I'm quick to whack the biggest bully

Really pressing on my issues, know I'm jumping on they head

All my guns, a machine gun, I pray I don't go fed

I ain't go lie, I might go fed, cause these ain't props

Guess the Jakes was at my door, but I don't answer for no cops

They got questions, I don't got answers

Before I snitch, I'd rather rot

You niggas not gangsta

Them boys will sell they mother out

If I ain't got my mag, I'm trying to stab a nigga up

DP trying to kill something, sometimes he be fishing for a body

This a Glock, it's not a Sig

Trying to pull that fuck nigga wig

If we don't put one in your head, probably put one in your rib

Probably put one in his limb

Fuck it, put one in his chin

Whoever robbed him was some goofies, I'd a cleaned the nigga crib

All y'all preaching, stop the violence, need to go and grab a blick

Don't give a fuck about no diamonds, boy, a chain don't make you rich

Boy, that chain don't make you rich, I might just take it

Glock, it got a box, so when I flip it, it might shake

You better pop me in my face, please don't stab me in my back

Chopper know it's on me, bitch, you know I never lack