Beezie Da Don - BaccStreet (feat. Rmhmg D-Murk)

12 pull up
We hit the Baccstreet
We them young niggas
From the Baccstreet
Running through these hoe
Like a track meet
If you looking for us
Catch us on the Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Baccstreet
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Baccstreet
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Baccstreet

Baccstreet, frontline
Good gas, Sold lines
Glock 40s, Baby 9s
Y'all be on them Baby Crimes
You just mad your baby mines
Pull up leave your baby crying
Baccstreet don't fuck
With no 12
Bro get the dope
All the pressure gone sell

Smoke all that dope
Like I'm burning in hell
All black bitch you
Know I'm a Hitta
Fuck your lil sister
She calling me mister
On the Baccstreet
With some purp and
A pistol

And we Gang deep
So you know
You won't Miss us

We got the smoke
Leave your lung on
A picture

Word on the Baccstreet
I love yo kick doors
Chasing dead men
Cause I know
They won't fold

On the Baccstreet
We like O-Dogg
With poles
On the Baccstreet
It's a track meet
For O's

You ain't got purpose
Exposed like some hoes
Come to the Back
It's all black and
It's cold

Baccstreet now
We got em
On froze
Bullets hot leave em
Burnt like a stove

On the Baccstreet
Smoking dead men
For O's
Stay with my gang
Blowin gas
Getting throwed
Let's get it

12 pull up
We hit the Baccstreet
We them young niggas
From the Baccstreet
Running through these hoe
Like a track meet
If you looking for us
Catch us on the Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Beezie Bitch
Yea they call me the Don
Upping the strap
They be ready to run

Come in your trap
And we taking your funds
Chest shot made him
Cough out A lung
Talking wrong
Gone make me cut out your tongue

Crashed out so I'm out
On the run
Out to the Baccstreet
Run like a athlete
No phone
So 12 can not track me

Baccstreet bitch
I ball like McGrady
Blue team
Like I'm out in the 80s
Clutching hard
So don't try to play me

We out in the field so we don't
Play on safety
My niggas they ruthless
They some like some Haitians
Pull up on you niggas
We dumb like the pacers

My flow super sharp
Leave you cut like a razor
See me in public get shock
Like a taser

Baccstreet bitch
I'm out with the gang
Toting poles
That's the usual thang
Got the bomb
You can call me Hussein
I suggest you niggas
Stay in your lane
No new friends
We don't fuck with you niggas
Baccstreet on the block with my Hittaz
If I call up Murk
You know he gone get you
If I call up Murk
You know he gone get you

Gang

12 pull up
We hit the Baccstreet
We them young niggas
From the Baccstreet
Running through these hoe
Like a track meet
If you looking for us
Catch us on the Baccstreet

Baccstreet
Baccstreet
Baccstreet

Baccstreet
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Baccstreet

Written by:
Brandon Lawry, D'angelo Brooks

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