Bacc Home - Blxst

Yeah, yeah (June, you're a genius) Fuck 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 bitch, huh Them niggas 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 shit 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 niggas That OG pack, this shit 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, cause' Up them drugs and left some shots in him That's my baby, know we steppin' for big cuddy You know that's brother, treat his momma like my mother Before I shed a tear, we up the sco', that's how we comin' Givin' statements, niggas tellin' and be hoes when they in public Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that Ain't fuckin' with no nigga if he told I had a few homies I used to love, turned into hoes That money bring envy, these niggas pussy playin' roles For that clout they sell their soul, ain't no code Seen real niggas turn to trolls I miss my nigga 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 Bitch it's up, don't give a fuck, them niggas done for Catch them niggas 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, bitch we active I'm with steppers, they gon' whack shit for them Jacksons I was fucked up now I'm good, I grind it out Ain't doin' no talkin' That kind of paper make yo' cause' slime you out They got my baby for a M, I bond him out Give the lawyer thirty racks to slide it out These niggas rats, be hidin' out Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that

(Sheesh) Yeah I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch) I put on for the city, I put on for the map Tell them niggas "Tap in", we on the phone, it's a wrap If we ain't gon' get it bustin', we ain't flash on nothin' If you're tryna stand on it, gotta put that on somethin' I've been too passionate But when I ride the 'Rari, I ain't ever gon' fasten shit And when my bitch excited, she don't like when I go fast and shit Motor in the hood, sound just like a dragon, bitch And I put that on my mama, I ain't gon' raise a bastard son He ain't gon' have to pick up sticks, he ain't gon' have the drum He'll know his daddy had a motherfuckin' platinum run I like my Fanta and syrup too concentrated I'm holdin' down my family, I told 'em, promise I made it My lil' bro took my chain, he said, "This shit look amazin" My grandma told me I look like I won in Vegas, shit I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch) Yeah, and I done put my heart and soul in it Got it out the mud, I promise it's a cold feelin' (sheesh) This ain't overnight, I woke up with no ceilin' (no ceilin') I made a vision come to life, I'm Cole Bennett 720S, I'm suicidal door livin' (door livin') But I still gotta to do some soul healin' Lonely at the top, everybody can't go with him We can't even chop it, you stoppin' the momentum (momentum) And I been too passionate I ain't lookin' over shoulders, bae, the bag legit Let me show you how to get it, go from rag to rich Presidential tint, I can't be average, yeah, it's Blxst and Ricch (ooh) Ayy, we done came a long, long way, lil' baby I could never knock my losses, it paved me Said I'm the truth, baby, but I thought you knew, baby The one, not the two, baby I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch)