Lil' O - Back Back lyrics

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Lil' O - Back Back lyrics

[Chorus] Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a n***a with the heat Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet Don't try to gimme dap b**h you ain't no kin to me Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet [Verse 1] Hey here's a little story 'bout a n***a like me I f** bad broads live large and drive V's Some say I'm co*ky and rude I might be But n***a f** you, you ain't got to like me I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey b**h n***as mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty Don't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicy Cause I know you n***as hatin' and wanna fight me Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee Thinking I'ma steal you and f** up your white T When I catch you in your jaw I'ma f** up your white teeth But n***a I be ready to scuffle like dice peat And ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely [Chorus] [Verse 2] Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place you hatas like a blow job put it in they face I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks Hoe taming n***a keep my b**h on a leash You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks Then try to box a n***a when you hear he hit your freak But playa don't you know you outta line that sh** is weak And fightin' over broads will get you k**ed up in these streets You running round here plexin' always thinking sh** is sweet Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek Then wanna step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!) All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)! I'm looking at him stupid like man this sh** is wild You better give me space a**hole I ain't ya pal [Chorus] [Verse 3] I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot Fist full of grain other hand on the glock Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot The first one to jump is the first getting shot Put the beam on his head then I take off his block You love to rob O like take off you rocks Take off your shoes playa take off your socks But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart You know how I do playa shake off tha marks Hit him with the big guns that take off a part Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark b**h you better mind stay in line play it smart [Chorus till end]