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first of all - blacc zacc lyrics

[intro]
uh*uh
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
uh*uh
uh

[verse]
ayy, first of all
i don’t really*really*really f*ck with none of y’all (no)
if you a trap n*gga, let’s get it
rap game movin’ kinda slow, so f*ck it, i’ma flood the whole city
still remixin’ like diddy
catch me in the kitchen
pot doin’ a dance like shiggy (woo)
codeine still in my kidneys
i’ma keep sippin’ so high, almost ripped the new bentley (skrrt)
dirty glock, black mask, toe tag, n*ggas know we don’t play
blue flag, black flag, young n*ggas, throwin’ up rakes (ooh)
lil’ bruh thirteen, no toys, n*ggas playin’ with them k’s (ooh)
trap life, no sports, lil’ bruh on the block tryna get paid (let’s go)
i send that pack where you stay at
i want two m’s like a maybach
i got eight m’s, i want еight plaques (ooh)
so i’m in the booth tryna rap*trap (ooh)
don’t f*ck with him, he a rat
my brothеr caught ten for some crack (uh)
he say that he ain’t goin’ back (uh)
that’s why he just sellin’ the ‘thrax (uh)
i told my mama just pray for me
your baby boy crossed the border with a hundred
that’s how your boy get everything that you wanted
i heard my daddy sick, but i’m busy gettin’ money
i know how i’m livin’ ain’t right
i guess it’s the price for this life
my n*gga just caught him a body (ooh)
now he gotta fight for his life (ooh)
i spend a milli’ on ice (ooh)
this come from the block, this is no milly rock (uh*uh)
i got the f&n, fatt got a glock (blrrt)
he put in some work so i brought him a watch (blrrt)
i told my b*tch she can get what she want
if you hit the road with them p’s in the trunk
she wanted her ass so i brought her a donk’
i hit from the back and i hit from the front
but n*gga, i ain’t doin’ no fronts (no)
i need that cash on deliver, you hear me?
h*llcat, ride with the youngins in the city
and i ain’t even cry when my n*gga rip my [?]
f*ck it, let’s go get another one
police took one, buy another gun
look at my wrist, this a one*on*one
tried to take what? this the wrong one (b*tch!)
i told eli to rap but he won’t shoot
i guess that’s why these n*ggas strapped in the booth
these n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do
but never show up when it’s time to show proof
i hit the gas and i zoom
realest n*gga in the room
we hit your block just like swat
f*ck it, we walk in your spot, and we got them sticks like a broom
i know that these n*ggas cartoons
lie in they rap about bodies and trap
but i’m in the trap and that’s not where you at
so stay in the house and you better not come back
i made the city trap like zacc
them p*ssy n*ggas don’t like that
rich crippin’ with a blue sack (crip)
and i was rich way before rap, n*gga
[outro]
uh, uh
uh, uh*uh*uh
uh, uh
uh*uh*uh
uh, uh
uh*uh*uh
uh, uh
ceo, motherf*cker
(uh, uh)
gang
(uh, uh, uh)
ha, ga*gang
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
still the richest n*gga in my city, n*gga (uh, uh, uh)
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- blacc zacc lyrics

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