Uh
Uh [Yeah, I like this little beat right here
Brag about a b#tch, I can’t do that [Talk
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back [Yeah
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got em’ on mute, but I keep saying “f#ck the chit chat” [Yeah, yeah, yeah]
b#tches love to talk sh#t, but you know we don’t conversate
Call my b#tch Alexis, but we whippin’ an Escalade
Rollie on my left wrist, my diamonds drippin’ lemonade
Drop a hundred bands on a Wraith like a holiday [Woah
Got some weight up on your shoulder, we can talk about it [Yeah
Walk up to the ATM, I got a big allowance
Fake friends talkin’ back and forth, I won’t allow it
Nike check, no New Balance [Yeah, yeah
Dripped out, love the way they look at me
Now I call her my b#tch now [b#tch
Aimin’ for the basket, b#tch, I’m ballin’
Better back out, I be livin’ lavish at the mansion
I’ma act out, ’cause I chase the p#ss# way too often
Til’ I pass out [Way too often]
Brag about a b#tch, I can’t do that [Talk
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back [Yeah
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got em’ on mute, but I keep saying “f#ck the chit chat” [Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brag about a b#tch, I can’t do that [Talk
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back [Yeah
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got em’ on mute, but I keep saying “f#ck the chit chat” [Yeah, yeah, yeah]
I can’t wife a ho if she can’t take it for the team
Yeah, I had to take her phone, I can’t end up on a screen
Everybody wanna rap into your beat, I want a piece
I sit and recline with these cream colored seats
What I say? Put my dead homie on my change
No change, you gon’ end up dead for speaking on the gang
No space, boy, I’m running out of space for these faces
That’s where all the fakes go, I’ll put em’ in they’re places
I swear, hol’ up, I’m never there, wait
They try to catch me ’til they saw they pulling dead weight
I’m that way, you can pull up to the trash spot
You might see me and your shawty doin’ bad things
A bad man, big bank, that’s a bad thing
How can you blame me when I really never had things
If I told you I’ma do it, I’ma have it done eventually
But I don’t care if you gon’ have a mad face, Mazzi
Brag about a b#tch, I can’t do that [Talk
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back [Yeah
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got em’ on mute, but I keep saying “f#ck the chit chat” [Yeah, yeah, yeah]
Let me get that
Let me get that, yeah
Let me get that, yeah
Uh, uh
Red Mazzi
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Wack Zack Lyrics – BRAG