[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
(Cashout, what it do-do-do?)
For trappers only, nigga
Uh (Toxic, don't be mad at me)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Yeah, 448s, we count it ’til it's straight, ain't nothin’ short (Short)
Pay my lawyer extra, I ain't tryna see no court (No)
I might buy a brand new Porsche (Skrrt) when the pack come from the port (Skrrt, skrrt)
And fuck the middleman, I had to get straight to the source (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Yeah, my young niggas with it, we got switches on them blickies (Boom)
Yeah, and we tote extensions, bitch, don't ride if you ain't with it (Yeah)
Yeah, youngin caught a body, I just hope the judge repeal it (I'm sinnin')
And that Draco fit so perfect (So perfect), when wе ride, we gon' conceal it (Yеah)
Yeah, Sunny up the pole, catch an opp and he froze (Bitch)
Actin’ like a slime, well, this Glock a snotty nose (Bitch)
You can get gunned down in your designer, fuck your clothes (Let’s go)
And I got bags just like Santa, nigga, come and get a load (CEO motherfucker)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, hop out with them steppers (Bah, bah), hundred thousand on one necklace (Yeah)
Thirty clip, we come extensions, Qua' Qua’ with me, he got extras (Qua' Qua')
Huh, Patek, this bitch pressure (Pressure), pop a Perc' and pour two sixes (Huh)
Rollie twerkin’ just like Nicki (Yeah), get off my dick, ho, you too dusty (Dusty)
Yeah, Rollie dance, if we blowin' shit, just throw like forty bands
I don't rap with niggas, we real life slime shit, Skate snuck the forty in (Yeah)
Count dog shit, that's three mill' in dubs, I need like forty ends (I need like forty ends)
Brick of fetty, I bust right out the wrapper, mix that with forty grams (Skrrt)
Huh, yeah, that mean we shortin' shit (Ha)
You a pussy, you only step on niggas when you recordin' shit (Big pussy)
Crack a seal, we only drinkin' Wock', that wasn't no Par or Tris (Hell nah)
He was lackin', we jumped right on the stage and robbed him for his kit, nigga
(Cashout, what it do-do-do?)
For trappers only, nigga
Uh (Toxic, don't be mad at me)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Yeah, 448s, we count it ’til it's straight, ain't nothin’ short (Short)
Pay my lawyer extra, I ain't tryna see no court (No)
I might buy a brand new Porsche (Skrrt) when the pack come from the port (Skrrt, skrrt)
And fuck the middleman, I had to get straight to the source (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Yeah, my young niggas with it, we got switches on them blickies (Boom)
Yeah, and we tote extensions, bitch, don't ride if you ain't with it (Yeah)
Yeah, youngin caught a body, I just hope the judge repeal it (I'm sinnin')
And that Draco fit so perfect (So perfect), when wе ride, we gon' conceal it (Yеah)
Yeah, Sunny up the pole, catch an opp and he froze (Bitch)
Actin’ like a slime, well, this Glock a snotty nose (Bitch)
You can get gunned down in your designer, fuck your clothes (Let’s go)
And I got bags just like Santa, nigga, come and get a load (CEO motherfucker)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, hop out with them steppers (Bah, bah), hundred thousand on one necklace (Yeah)
Thirty clip, we come extensions, Qua' Qua’ with me, he got extras (Qua' Qua')
Huh, Patek, this bitch pressure (Pressure), pop a Perc' and pour two sixes (Huh)
Rollie twerkin’ just like Nicki (Yeah), get off my dick, ho, you too dusty (Dusty)
Yeah, Rollie dance, if we blowin' shit, just throw like forty bands
I don't rap with niggas, we real life slime shit, Skate snuck the forty in (Yeah)
Count dog shit, that's three mill' in dubs, I need like forty ends (I need like forty ends)
Brick of fetty, I bust right out the wrapper, mix that with forty grams (Skrrt)
Huh, yeah, that mean we shortin' shit (Ha)
You a pussy, you only step on niggas when you recordin' shit (Big pussy)
Crack a seal, we only drinkin' Wock', that wasn't no Par or Tris (Hell nah)
He was lackin', we jumped right on the stage and robbed him for his kit, nigga
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