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lirik lagu da brand – blacc zacc

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[intro: fatt loc]
ahahaha
ayy, i got a lotta y’all f*ck n*ggas mad (i’m talkin’ ’bout a lot of y’all f*ck n*ggas mad)
ayy, no, for real though
[?] ([?])

[chorus: fatt loc]
speak on the ‘gram, we on your neck, you know it’s murder for hire
i’m in l.a., i send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire
ayy, b*tch, we up and n*ggas mad, so tell ’em get off our d*ck
don’t know why n*ggas actin’ hard like i don’t know a b*tch

[verse 1: fatt loc]
i watch you watchin’, n*gga, stay down, now you hatin’ this sh*t
i got the call, they knock ’em off, we celebratin’ this sh*t
i’m in the a up in the club, throwin’ racks on your b*tch
dme, we run the state, yeah, the whole gang rich
trapper of the year, shh, i can’t tell you (no i can’t tell you)
we get ’em in then get ’em out, you еver seen hundred racks?
we on that narco sh*t, you еver filled your city with pack?
have my lil’ hitter laid out on you just to take off your hat

[chorus: fatt loc]
speak on the ‘gram, we on your neck, you know it’s murder for hire
i’m in l.a., i send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire
ayy, b*tch, we up and n*ggas mad, so tell ’em get off our d*ck
don’t know why n*ggas actin’ hard like i don’t know a b*tch
[verse 2: blacc zacc]
like they don’t know who the g.o.a.t
b*tch, you put on the four
i can’t go like no snitch, and i can’t go like no ho
when i was down on my d*ck, i told [?], “let’s roll”
we found a plug with a pitch and sent them bows down the road
what happened to that boy? shh… i can’t talk about that
this dirty business, dirty money, b*tch, i’m standin’ on that
i be in my own lane, why they hatin’ on blacc?
i guess it’s ’cause these diamond chains, these diamond rings, and these racks
go make a post, do a diss, ayy, go ahead, do your sh*t
i heard you plottin’, bet’ not miss, b*tch, i stay on defense
.223, .556, and it barely got kick
twenty racks to get you hit, b*tch, you ain’t even worth a brick!

[chorus: fatt loc]
speak on the ‘gram, we on your neck, you know it’s murder for hire
i’m in l.a., i send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire
ayy, b*tch, we up and n*ggas mad, so tell ’em get off our d*ck
don’t know why n*ggas actin’ hard like i don’t know a b*tch (a ho)

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