Trappin Like Zacc - Blacc Zacc

Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin'

Yeah

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(Welcome to first class)

Ayy, they say I need to rap, it’s time to bring the trap back

'Cause most these rappers cap like a fuckin' snapback

I fuck that pussy once and then I ran a four flat

You cuffing on that bitch, the whole gang done tapped that, yeah

Quit sippin' for a year, damn, fuck it, I relapsed

If trapping was a track, I done ran three laps

Rolling up Runtz like a fuckin' Rugrat

I don’t do no fronts, nigga, where the cash at?

Yeah

Sold him rabbit food, now he want his money back

Take the weed and leave the what?

I’m like where they do that at?

Yeah

Ballin' like Mutumbo, I got more blocks than Shaq

I’m in the field like a Panther, get the load and run it back

I told that bitch I ain’t no violin, ain’t no strings attached

But I can’t lie, they hit a cool ten, but I can’t fall for that

Ayy, free Lil Ju, he in a dirty pen, we tryna get him back

I found a plug and now we all in, kick back and relax

OG in my hood menace society like I’m Wax

Told that bitch I’m livin' good, but you can’t lay up, you can’t shack

Told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks

And my lil' brother look up to me, he say he trappin' like he Zacc, yeah

Trappin' like I’m Zacc, trappin' like I’m Zacc

Countin' all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin' like I’m Zacc

Trappin' like I’m Zacc, trappin' like I’m Zacc

Countin' all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin' like I’m Zacc, hold up

If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)

Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)

I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)

Bitch, I’m smokin' on Biscotti, this a strong batch

'Fore you come around a G, baby, where your phone at?

You can’t put me on the 'Gram, I ain’t really on that

I see you ridin' in that Benz, but tell me, do you own that?

Everything I cashed out, I don’t do the loans, jack

Yeah, I motivate the streets, they say they trappin' like they Zacc

I keep my Glock like I’m Key, 'bout my paper you’ll get whacked

When I hear niggas say sixteen, I be thinkin' 'bout that pack

Richest rapper in SC, that’s a motherfuckin' fact

You can’t come up in my hood 'cause you a motherfuckin' rat

I call your ass Stuart Little, 'bout that cheese, you’ll get trapped

I told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks

And my lil' brother look up to me, he say he trappin' like he Zacc, yeah

Trappin' like I’m Zacc, trappin' like I’m Zacc

Countin' all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin' like I’m Zacc

Trappin' like I’m Zacc, trappin' like I’m Zacc

Countin' all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin' like I’m Zacc, hold up

If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)

Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)

I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)

Bitch, I’m smokin' on Biscotti, this a strong batch