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lirik lagu bacc 2 bacc – huncho dashoota x gijo

[intro]
yeah, yeah, huh? brr, huh? brr
it’s jo

[verse: gijo]
why you n-gga tellin? we swervin through yo section with wesson
playin with my fetty, we stretch you, send you straight up to heaven
all you n-gga know that we stepping, this choppa kick like tekken
yeah i took his sh-t and finessed it like it’s a repossession
[?] in some seconds, that weapon i keep it for protection
and i’m sending shots when i catch em, let’s see if they can catch em
body him in silence no question, cause it got a suppressor
went to jdc for correction but thuggin my profession

[verse: huncho dashoota]
don’t go back to shoot em, my n-gga stupid, get yo head tookin
drop it in her moanin, and bout to eat a n-gga, you butch em
b-tch i’m from the train on that p-ssy, you get shot just for lookin
grab my vest and nine, i’m a vet, you n-ggas still some rookies
she say she wanna f-ck, tell her pull up, beat the cat [?]
when we pull up we want your melon, ain’t worry bout them vests
four deep in a stolen, we felons, i’m totin a lethal weapon
handgun to the side, we are reckless, my n-ggas really stepping

[verse: gijo]
let a n-gga touch me it’s up, run up and he get touched
he gon need a boat with a mop, cause its gon be a flood
screamin out “we dumb!” in the club, b-tch ain’t no 1 on 1’s
n-gga actin tough just for buzz, i’ll bet he catch a slug
b-tches wanna holla they cuffed, and that they all in love, i told that lil hoe for the hush, cause idgaf, ice on my like hockey and a puck, try the tec must be drunk, when them bullets come you can’t hide, but you can run a [?]

[verse: huncho]
drum under the cutta, it hold a hundred, b-tch ain’t no runnin
catch in the store like dababy and smoke you by the onions
i cannot converse with you n-ggas if it ain’t bout no money
he say he want beef? guess he hungry, the hollows eat ya stomach
all up on the slide with ya boo boo, i f-cked her who ya dissin?
just copped me a new ak-30, i [?] tryna flip it
low key that b-tch had set him up, but imma mind my business
he think that we slide with them yiggas, got lil jo out the window

[verse: gijo]
n-gga we can bang with them hittas, and crop you out the picture
i told that lil n-gga “stop dissin”, he fiendin for attention
jiggas in this sprite it ain’t liquor, you trippin tryna kiss her
break a b-tch down like a swisher, and then lil jo dismiss her

[verse: huncho]
32 shots into the semi, lie to her like it’s christmas
hit you with this beam, i can’t miss you
f-cked your b-tch, i went missin
got kicked outta school, brought that pistol
heard them boy wanna get me
feds say that we runnin the city, been hittin l!cks for the 50

[verse: gijo]
bracelet on my ankle, i’m trippin, but i’ll still pay a visit
ar-15 long like a midget, i’m 16 with a glizzy
you can’t knock lil jo off his pivot, you gotta pay a ticket
pull up on that boy that was dissin, but all i heard were crickets

[verse: huncho and gijo]
my b-tch bad as f-ck, but the one on my side a little ratchet
b-tch we slanging ratchet revolvers? h-ll nall these automatics
how you wanna be part of the nation but you can’t even stack it?
say that you wanna be a black shoota, but you can’t flip a package

- huncho dashoota x gijo

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