Let’s Get It

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
Let's get it
(Tay Global)
Uh!
CEO motherfucker
Hol’ up
(Turn it up, Trap)

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
If you talkin' 'bout money, lil’ nigga, let's get it
I just sold a 'bow for eighteen-fifty
Catch me in the kitchen remixin' like Diddy
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jack, no 50
Quarterback the play just like Tebow
Quarterback the play, call me black Romo
I ain't never played sports, but I won a Super Bowl
I'm the king of the trap and the king of the four

[Verse 2: Fatt Loc]
I'm with the king of the trap, nigga, come and get a ’bow
Vacuum sealed, get it packed, then you put it on the road
I got them racks in the hood feelin’ like I'm Rylo
Bubble bag for the cheap, I’ll juug you at the store
I tell lil' bro watch the door
Folks hit the spot, put the bags in the floor
If they come pick me up, I won't stress, I got dough
And I'm bound to straight out just to run up some more

[Verse 3: Blacc Zacc]
Uh
Thick Spanish bitch, call me zaddy and papi
If the pussy worth money, take you shoppin’, I'll cop it
I ain't trickin' on a thot, spend the racks off the profit
We can go to 305, penthouse on Collins
I spent ten racks on a coat
Chrome Heart necklace protectin' my soul
Don't ask how I got it, you know it's from dope
Ten-room house, but my favorite spot the stove

[Verse 4: Fatt Loc]
Real trap nigga, 'member juugin' out a O
Don't you ask me for the time on my wrist 'cause it's no
I made a lil' dawg [?] get it off the floor
Penthouse gettin' hot, bitch, we on the top floor
Nigga, how you steppin'? You ain't ever did a drill
Don't confuse me for a rapper, nigga, that'll get you killed
I'll be turned up in the booth, nigga, I don't need a pill
They like, "How you bossed up?", I was born for this for real

[Verse 5: Blacc Zacc]
Real deal stepper, got a Glock and a Taurus
Beat a nigga ass just like Chuck Norris
Make Fatt slap a rapper if he try to talk spicy
Tryna speak 'bout the trap, but he know he nothin' like me
He want it zaza, but that shit get pricey
Take the lean and the Sprite and a young nigga spike it
Can't come up with excuses, I'ma do it like Nike
Got a Drac' in the party, I ain't doin' no fightin'

[Verse 6: Fatt Loc]
Got a Drac' in the party, strike a nigga like lightnin'
You was gangster to them hoes, but to me, you're not frightenin'
Chopper swingin', it get popped, nigga, we is not fighting
Damn, go dig your homie up a free body
I got four shooters waitin' on him in the lobby
I was tryna break a brick in half like karate
Pull up, make her eat the dick up in a bonnet
Get my nut, then I'm goin' out the house like Sonic

[Verse 7: Blacc Zacc]
Well, I'll tell you what, nigga, we can get it like Jeezy
Where the fuck the lil' bitch? She was actin' too cheesy
Gave my heart to the streets, found a plug and I cheat
Now I'm a millionaire, nigga, like my big bruh Beezy
Beat the pot up just like Mike Jack'
Billie Jean with the work, make her jump back
My bitch like to make it, she gon' twirk for the sack
We be shoppin' at Neiman's, she don't really like Saks
Run the Hellcat just like a wild cat
Bulletproof the 'Vette, I'm protectin' all these racks
How the fuck my engine-where the fuck my trunk at?
Turn my shit up in the trap, go get us [?]
If trappin' was a sport, I'd be a hall-of-fame
I prolly got more diamonds than Johnny Dang
Two-three, nigga, whole set insane
If a nigga try the gang, blow it up, propane
Let me calm it down, I was gettin' too turnt
Would've gave you work, but you way too burnt
Me and the chopper get freaky, I'ma make this bitch squirt
You unemployed in the trap, need to take your ass to work
Real plug, nigga, I ain't doin' no fronts
Real deal, smoke a three-five and a blunt
Different kind of flavors just like Cap'n Crunch
Got a deal on exotic, you want cookies or the punch?

[Verse 8: Fatt Lo]
Still the same nigga, signin' no had PG
Grew up in the trap, off Boosie and Jeezy
Slime a nigga out, wipe his nose, no sneezin'
If a nigga diss me, won't see the next season
Stump a nigga out, he can't breathe, he wheezin'
Grummy-ass nigga, walk you down, still cheesin'
Bro 'nem keep the pole like they finna go fishin'
Steady gon' rob who? Tell that nigga keep wishin'
Turn the lights off, bet our neck still glistenin'
I'm a real trap nigga, I be feelin' like Zacc
If I ever took your shit, no, you can't get it back
I've been runnin' up these hundreds like a nigga run track
How you gon' hate 'cause we up?
When you asleep, told your ass to get up
Now you overslept and you ran out of luck
If you play with this dirty business, boy, you fucked

[Outro: Fatt Loc & Blacc Zacc]
Play with this dirty business, boy, you fucked
I make the cornoners, come pick him
You overslept and ran out of luck
I'm with Fatt Loc and Eli in the cut
It's a whole lotta dirty business goin' on, nigga
Gang