Fool

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
(Sool, we got one, nigga)
Woo
(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it)
Uh-uh

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
I make a play, I done doubled up
I hit the blunt then a douple cup
Nip’ marathon, I done ran it up
My diamonds VS, not no princess cuts
Your diamonds [?], boy, you broke as fuck
Got racks like the bank, you can't hang wit' us
My niggas inside, you can’t bang wit' us
You know who came, who want stain wit' us?
I saved up a hundred for 'Kenzie
My diamonds notorious, I feel like I'm Biggie
The chopper gon' dance like Shiggy
He learned the harder way, call that boy penny
My neck look like glass, I might blind a bitch
I run the rock, Stoja Novaković
I get them racks, I don't penny pinch
I done got rich off of cannabis
I takе care of my dawg and my siblings
Got a P for the twelvе like a stimulus
Always too rich for a skinny bitch
Like my bitch like my pockets, that's stupid thick
I sell a P with my eyes closed
Count a quarter mill’ while I’m blindfold
I left my new bitch, she was gettin' too close
I took her purses and took all the clothes
You know I need racks for a show
If not, then I’m goin' to the bow
You know I'm crippin' like Lo
All of this ice on my fingers, I throw up the four

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I’m straight out the trap, fool
I got them racks, fool
I got that MAC, fool
You know I don't lack, fool
You know how I do, fool
My bitch, she got ass, ooh
I need more than one, two
We can link when I'm done, cool

[Verse 2: Fatt Loc]
All of these pockets on Teletubbies
Scuba dive in this ice, yeah, this water
Give me the play, I'ma put it in order
Got bows on the way, you can come place an order
Trap got the racks, they can't fit in a safe
How you hate 'cause we up? See it all in your face
You mad, just stay in your place
My lil' shooter clutchin', he take off your face
This fourty-one blowin', take one to the face
I'm countin' up racks like I work at the bank
Splash, I can't turn off the sink
The way this bitch hit, it'll make a ho faint
Fatt, chopper, lil' nigga, I do what you can't
Fool, better get you some racks
I ain't hearin' that shit, boy, that cap
Big blunt, bring them bags to that trap
I'll flip it and get it right back

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I'm straight out the trap, fool
I got them racks, fool
I got that MAC, fool
You know I don't lack, fool
You know how I do, fool
My bitch, she got ass, ooh
I need more than one, two
We can link when I'm done, cool