I'm Bacc
You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
I put some money on your head, boy
And make you think about it (make you think about it)
And we ain't worried about no vans, boy
We out here tryna get a profit
I put my bitches in designer
And make 'em shit on all these hoes (make 'em shit on all these hoes)
We out here runnin' up them commas (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
We out here tryna get that dough (get the dough)
Like Michael Jordan, I'm back
I'm back like my nigga MJ
45 to 23, make your ass fade away
Bitch I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like the NBA
And my team don't give no fucks, bitch, we gon' shoot in your face
Bitch I'm hot, I'm hot like I dance with the devil
Off a Perc and sip some drink, I told her get on my level
Forty pointers, threw them shits in my bezel
And we don't make it rain, baby, we changin' the weather
All my bitches in designer
All my niggas got choppers
You don't want these problems
I'm on the block with some robbers
Gangsters, killers, drug dealers
Street niggas, bitches, ghouls and goblins
Don't make me drop a couple dollars
I put some money on your head, boy (head, head, head, head)
And make you think about it
And we ain't worried about no vans, boy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We out here tryna get a profit
I put my bitches in designer
And make 'em shit on all these hoes
We out here runnin' up them commas (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
We out here tryna get that dough
Like Michael Jordan, I'm back
Bitch, I'm back like my name Michael Jordan
In the trap in some new Michael Jordans
Big forty and that bitch hold thirty
It's the bottom of the fourth and bitch I'm up by thirty
It's King Coka, El Chapo
Whip the bitch like I'm Happo
Drumstick in that Draco
Knock the meat out your taco
Shoot shit like sudan
Short nigga with a big gun
Long clip with a short tip
Will knock your ass off like a coupon
Born fresh in this produce
I don't speak if I don't know you
Stop sayin' what you gon' do
I'm a Super Saiyan like Goku
Turn around and get your ass
23 in your face like Jordan
Your mama should've had an abortion
I put some money on your head, boy (head, head, head, head)
And make you think about it
And we ain't worried about no vans, boy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We out here tryna get a profit
I put my bitches in designer
And make 'em shit on all these hoes
We out here runnin' up them commas (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
We out here tryna get that dough
Like Michael Jordan, I'm back
Autor(es): King Coka
