Get Bacc Pt. 2 Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo is a New English song from the album “Rich Off Pints 3” sung by popular artist Icewear Vezzo. Lyrics of this song are written by Icewear Vezzo and music produced by June The Genius.
Get Bacc Pt 2 Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
(June, you’re a genius)
F**k the hood you claim
I’m on that off the rip
Straight out the gate I ain’t no rat
I ain’t no ho or bi**h, huh
Them ni***s playin’, ain’t never blow no sticks
Got tired of totin’ F&N ’cause it don’t hold no switch
Pop out at yo’ show, yeah we want dog
You know that s**t you did
Stop coppin’ pleas up on them calls
I told lil’ bro ‘nem chill, we got the lo’ on they whole squad
They gon’ post ’em on the news, and in the blogs
We dump with kids in their cars
My shorty on the run, I be with hot ni***s
That OG pack, this s**t hit stronger when it’s opps in it
The hood is way too turnt, so I just pop in it
Met that boy outside, right at the store, cuz’ up them dr*gs and left some shots in him
That’s my baby, know wе steppin’ for big cuddy
You know that’s brother, treat his momma likе my mother
Before I shed a tear, we up the sco’, that’s how we comin’
Givin’ statements, ni***s tellin’ and be hoes out in public
Ni**a this that get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Ni**a this that get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Ni**a this that
Ain’t f**kin’ with no ni**a if he told
I had a few homies I used to love
Turned into hoes
That money bring envy, these ni***s p***y playin’ roles
For that clout they sell their soul, ain’t no code
Seen real ni***s turn to trolls
I miss my ni**a GG, we on hunt though
Put that on gang, ain’t sayin’ names
You know it’s up though
Boss of my city, I’m really cut, watch who you come for
Ain’t tryna talk to no big homies, bi**h it’s up, don’t give a f**k, them ni***s done for
Catch them ni***s lackin’, we got action
Pop out in your city, Ski up that ratchet
We in traffic
Got choppers and glizzies, Drac’ hold a hundred, that’s a Patek
Free lil’ Rello, bi**h we active
I’m with steppers, they gon’ whack s**t for them Jacksons
I was f**ked up now I’m good, I grind it out
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, that kind of paper make yo’ cuz’ slime you out
They got my baby for a M
I bond him out
Give the lawyer thirty racks to slide it out
These ni***s rats, be hidin’ out
Ni**a this that get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Ni**a this that get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Ni**a this that
Song Details
Singer : Icewear Vezzo
Album : Rich Off Pints 3
Lyrics : Icewear Vezzo
Music : June The Genius