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lirik lagu for trappers only – blacc zacc

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[intro: blacc zacc]
(cashout, what it do*do*do?)
for trappers only, n*gga
uh (toxic, don’t be mad at me)

[chorus: blacc zacc]
yeah, four*four*eights, 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 when the pack come from the port (skrrt, skrrt)
and f*ck the middleman, i had to get straight to the source (let’s go)
[verse 1: blacc zacc]
yeah, my young n*ggas with it, we got switches on them gl!ckies (boom)
yeah, and we tote extension, b*tch, don’t ride if you ain’t with it (yeah)
yeah, youngin caught a body, i just hope the judge repentin’ (i’m sinnin’)
and that draco fit so perfect when we ridе (so perfect), we gon’ concеal it (yeah)
yeah, send it, up the pole, catch an opp and he froze (b*tch)
ak like a slime, what this glock? a snotty nose (b*tch)
you can get gunned down in your designer, f*ck your clothes (let’s go)
and i got bags just like santa, n*gga, come and get a load (ceo motherf*cker)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, hop out with them steppers (bah, bah), hundred thousand on one necklace (yeah)
thirty clip, we come with extensions, qua’ qua’ with me, he got extras (qua’ qua’)
huh, i like this b*tch pressure (pressure), pop a perc’ and pour two sixes (huh)
rollie twerkin’ just like nicki (yeah), get off my d*ck, ho, you too dusty (dusty)
yeah, rollie dance, if we blowin’ sh*t, just throw like forty bands (throw like forty bands)
i don’t rock with n*ggas, we real like slime sh*t, skate snuck the forty in (yeah)
come dog sh*t, that’s three million 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 (vroom)
huh, yeah, that mean we shortin’ sh*t (ha)
you a p*ssy, you only step on n*ggas when you recordin’ sh*t (you p*ssy)
crack a seal, we only drinkin’ wock’, that wasn’t no part tris (h*ll nah)
he was lackin’, we jumped right on the stage and robbed him for his kit (for his sh*t)

[chorus: blacc zacc]
yeah, four*four*eights, 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 when the pack come from the port (skrrt)
and f*ck the middleman, i had to get straight to the source (ayy)
[outro: blacc zacc]
ayy, what’s poppin’, n*gga? (n*gga)
rich n*gga, i might take my lil’ b*tch shoppin’, n*gga (n*gga)
her p*ssy water and these diamonds water faucet, n*gga (water)
ain’t got no budget, if i want it, i’ma cop it, n*gga (cop it, n*gga)
ayy, what’s poppin’, n*gga? (ayy, what’s poppin’, n*gga?)

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