Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Court Press, artist - Blacc Zacc.
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Full Court Press |
IMixNation for real |
Yeah, send a blitz‚ a hundred Crips‚ they gon' all slide‚ yeah |
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko‚ you made that motherfucking beat? |
Ah, nah, you made that motherfucker) |
You know I’m Insane‚ but, uh, I fuck with Southside niggas, uh |
Hoover niggas, 6−0 niggas, and 9−0 niggas, what’s crackin'? |
They like, «Zacc, he got money, but he can’t rap» |
Well, I’m like, «Yeah, you can rap, but you ain’t got no sack» |
I’m really saved by the bell, this ain’t no show, jack |
Them choppers in your videos but where them bodies at? |
Bitch, I’m a king so it’s time to play chess on 'em |
He think he ballin', put that full court press on him |
A hundred crips, I send that blitz, they gon' all slide |
I’m Insane but my nigga rep the Southside, yeah |
I got, I got murder in my eyes |
Hundred K up on your clique, I want 'em all to die |
Water in your mama eyes, her baby boy done died |
Your mama love her baby boy, don’t make your mama cry |
They like, «Zacc, he can’t rap, he just got a sack» |
But that’s your opinion, lil' nigga, let’s just speak some facts |
I’m the reason Carolina got respect (Facts) |
You niggas ain’t poppin', better thank Bonnie and Jet, yeah |
Everybody want a deal, what’s the deal? |
What’s the deal? |
Well bitch I got a deal on them P’s and the pills |
Biscotti, it’s so stank I had to triple triple seal |
Addicted to codeine, I’ma drank it 'til I’m ill |
They like, «Zacc, he got money, but he can’t rap» |
Well, I’m like, «Yeah, you can rap, but you ain’t got no sack» |
I’m really saved by the bell, this ain’t no show, jack |
Them choppers in your videos but where them bodies at? |
Bitch, I’m a king so it’s time to play chess on 'em |
He think he ballin', put that full court press on him |
A hundred crips, I send that blitz, they gon' all slide |
I’m Insane but my nigga rep the Southside, yeah |
This shit got me weak, can’t believe the streets |
You tryna sabotage a G, you ain’t took no charge for me |
Can’t put that on the C, you ain’t seen no bars from me |
Might catch your ass up in the streets and get you beat to sleep |
Say my name, niggas better put respect on it |
Might call up Ju and tell the youngins put the check on it |
I’m the reason everybody say they G.O.A.T's (Facts) |
I guess it’s safe to say I gave the city hope, but I got more |
Everybody say they kill, say they real, say they real |
But nigga, you a square, you a square, you a square |
Free my niggas in the chain gang, give them appeals |
And fuck these bitch niggas, get 'em shanked, get 'em killed |
They like, «Zacc, he got money, but he can’t rap» |
Well, I’m like, «Yeah, you can rap, but you ain’t got no sack» |
I’m really saved by the bell, this ain’t no show, jack |
Them choppers in your videos but where them bodies at? |
Bitch, I’m a king so it’s time to play chess on 'em |
He think he ballin', put that full court press on him |
A hundred crips, I send that blitz, they gon' all slide |
I’m Insane but my nigga rep the Southside, yeah |