For Trappers Only lyrics

[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, 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 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 blickies (Boom)
Yeah, and we tote extensions, b*tch, 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 (b*tch)
Actin’ like a slime, well, 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 extensions, Qua' Qua’ with me, he got extras (Qua' Qua')
Huh, Patek, this b*tch pressure (Pressure), pop a Perc' and pour two sixes (Huh)
Rollie twerkin’ just like Nicki (Yeah), get off my di*k, ho, you too dusty (Dusty)
Yeah, Rollie dance, if we blowin' sh*t, just throw like forty bands
I don't rap with n*ggas, we real life slime sh*t, Skate snuck the forty in (Yeah)
Count dog sh*t, 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' sh*t (Ha)
You a pus*y, you only step on n*ggas when you recordin' sh*t (Big pus*y)
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, n*gga
[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 when the pack come from the port (Skrrt, skrrt)
And f*ck the middleman, I had to get straight to the source (Ayy)

[Verse 3: 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 pus*y 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?)