[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin'
Yeah
IMixNation for real
(Welcome to first class)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, they say I need to rap, it's time to bring the trap back
'Cause most these rappers cap like a fuckin' snapback
I fuck that pussy once and then I ran a four flat
You cuffing on that bitch, the whole gang done tapped that, yeah
Quit sippin' for a year, damn, fuck it, I relapsed
If trapping was a track, I done ran three laps
Rolling up Runtz like a fuckin' Rugrat
I don't do no fronts, n***a, where the cash at? Yeah
Sold him rabbit food, now he want his money back
Take the weed and leave the what? I'm like where they do that at? Yeah
Ballin' like Mutumbo, I got more blocks than Shaq
I'm in the field like a Panther, get the load and run it back
I told that bitch I ain't no violin, ain't no strings attached
But I can't lie, they hit a cool ten, but I can't fall for that
Ayy, free Lil Ju, he in a dirty pen, we tryna get him back
I found a plug and now we all in, kick back and relax
OG in my hood menace society like I'm Wax
Told that bitch I'm livin' good, but you can't lay up, you can't shack
Told my mama I ain't got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil' brother look up to me, he say he trappin' like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin' like I'm Zacc, trappin' like I'm Zacc
Countin' all these racks, yeah, I'm trappin' like I'm Zacc
Trappin' like I'm Zacc, trappin' like I'm Zacc
Countin' all these racks, yeah, I'm trappin' like I'm Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I'ma get it back (Get it back)
Re'd up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I'm in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I'm smokin' on Biscotti, this a strong batch

[Verse 2]
'Fore you come around a G, baby, where your phone at?
You can't put me on the 'Gram, I ain't really on that
I see you ridin' in that Benz, but tell me, do you own that?
Everything I cashed out, I don't do the loans, jack
Yeah, I motivate the streets, they say they trappin' like they Zacc
I keep my Glock like I'm Key, 'bout my paper you'll get whacked
When I hear n***as say sixteen, I be thinkin' 'bout that pack
Richest rapper in SC, that's a motherfuckin' fact
You can't come up in my hood 'cause you a motherfuckin' rat
I call your ass Stuart Little, 'bout that cheese, you'll get trapped
I told my mama I ain't got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil' brother look up to me, he say he trappin' like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin' like I'm Zacc, trappin' like I'm Zacc
Countin' all these racks, yeah, I'm trappin' like I'm Zacc
Trappin' like I'm Zacc, trappin' like I'm Zacc
Countin' all these racks, yeah, I'm trappin' like I'm Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I'ma get it back (Get it back)
Re'd up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I'm in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I'm smokin' on Biscotti, this a strong batch