Bacc to Bacc Song Lyrics

Description:- Bacc to Bacc Lyrics Big Scarr & Quezz Ruthless are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Big Scarr & Quezz Ruthless. This Song will release on 2 July 2021.

If you are searching Bacc to Bacc Lyrics then you are on the right post. So without wasting time lets jump on to Bacc to Bacc Song lyrics.

Song:– Bacc to Bacc

Singer:– Big Scarr & Quezz Ruthless

Producer:– Iceberg Beatz & Mike Mvjor

Written:– Big Scarr, Quezz Ruthless, Iceberg Beatz & Mike Mvjor

Bacc to Bacc Lyrics Big Scarr & Quezz Ruthless

[Intro]
(Everything Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)

[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless & Big Scarr]
Uh, yeah, I’m in LA smoking ‘Woods of exotic opps
Flew with the Glock on the plane, don’t get mollywhopped
Killers with me, no, we don’t need a bodyguard
Mm-mm, nope, no, I poured an eight of the Wock’ in exotic pop
Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks
He was hating on the low, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Uh, fucked around, got the nigga dropped
Shots at his head, ain’t no need for him to call the doc
Dissing the gang, that’s the shit got your partner shot
Got the drops from a bitch, should’ve knew not to trust a thot
Damn, but you should’ve knew that
That’s type of shit that’ll get a ho blew back
Call me Scarr Iron, might beat a ho blue-black
Hellcat, it’s fat, this bitch come with some run flats

[Verse: Quezz Ruthless & Big Scarr]
Uh, yeah, snatch your pole off your hip, no, you can’t get your gun back
Grim Reaper Gang, fuck around, get your soul snatched
Youngins, they ready to step like a doormat
Woah, but you should’ve knew that
I heard he got shot and he ain’t get to shoot back
Prepared for the bitch, yeah, we ready for comeback
Freaky lil’ bitch eat me up like a fruit snack
Uh, yeah, capping on what? Boy, you know you ain’t do that
Big Scarr hang out the scat with the Dracs shooting, who next?
We no ID, y’all could tell just like, “Who that?”
Uh, yeah, like, “Who this?”
Spin a opp block, put that on my to-do list
Still’ll mask up and go slide, I don’t do hits
These niggas rap capping, my gang really do this
Uh, woah, these niggas boys, you know that we grew to this
Your bitch in my phone and she sending me nudity
AR shoot flames, this bitch came with a cooling kit
Stop claiming the body, you know you ain’t do the shit
Used to be broke, now I’m stupid rich
Got on my shit, I ain’t got time for the foolishness