Bacc Out lyrics

by

R3 Da Chilliman


[Intro]
(Kaliq got that heat)

[Chorus]
They said I wouldn't make it, had to grind out the gutter
She put that pus*y on the gang, so I'm like, why do we love her?
They paid for what they did, but that sh*t still ain't enough
Don't want nobody around me, that sh*t f*cked up my trust
Seven hundred grand and that's just one f*ckin' Cuban
Up this pistol on you, don't make no sudden movement
n*ggas fake and phony, watch 'em change by the day
It ain't sh*t to suit up, be on your block with a K

[Verse]
They ain't think I'd bounce back, it was all bad, they forgot about me
Then I popped back out with them bands, they wanna holler at me
Gen5 bulgin' out my pants, don't approach me, man
I be sittin' courtside with my b*tch, you in the nosebleed stands
It's hard to believe the n*gga really ballin', he don't got no ice
Bullets hit the n*gga below the waist, you don't get no stripes
If you ain't pop a n*gga up for Threezy, you is not my homie
I'd rather hold my nuts then shake his hand, act like I don't know him
You ain't send a blitz, when sh*t got real, you ain't war ready
b*tch, I'm poppin' pills and sippin' drank, I got a Wock' belly
I can hit the trap, tote straps and go kill n*ggas
Or get rich off rap, kick up my feet and count mills, n*gga
[Chorus]
They said I wouldn't make it, had to grind out the gutter
She put that pus*y on the gang, so I'm like, why do we love her?
They paid for what they did, but that sh*t still ain't enough
Don't want nobody around me, that sh*t f*cked up my trust
Seven hundred grand and that's just one f*ckin' Cuban
Up this pistol on you, don't make no sudden movement
n*ggas fake and phony, watch 'em change by the day
It ain't sh*t to suit up, be on your block with a K
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