BRAG by Wack Zack Lyrics
[Intro: Wack Zack]
Uh
Uh (Yeah, I like this little beat right here)
Uh (Wack Zack on the track)
[Chorus: Wack Zack]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Wack Zack]
Bitches love to talk shit, but you know we don't conversate
Call my bitch 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 bitch now (Bitch)
Aimin' for the basket, bitch, I'm ballin'
Better back out, I be livin' lavish at the mansion
I'ma act out, 'cause I chase the pussy way too often
'Til I pass out (Way too often)
[Chorus: Wack Zack & Red Mazzi]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Nah, talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Buh, yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack (You know what?)
Got em' on mute (Ayy), but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, buh, buh)
[Verse 2: Red Mazzi]
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 and 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 their 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
[Chorus: Wack Zack]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Wack Zack]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Wack Zack, Red Mazzi, uh
(Bitch!)
Uh
Uh (Yeah, I like this little beat right here)
Uh (Wack Zack on the track)
[Chorus: Wack Zack]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Wack Zack]
Bitches love to talk shit, but you know we don't conversate
Call my bitch 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 bitch now (Bitch)
Aimin' for the basket, bitch, I'm ballin'
Better back out, I be livin' lavish at the mansion
I'ma act out, 'cause I chase the pussy way too often
'Til I pass out (Way too often)
[Chorus: Wack Zack & Red Mazzi]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Nah, talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Buh, yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack (You know what?)
Got em' on mute (Ayy), but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, buh, buh)
[Verse 2: Red Mazzi]
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 and 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 their 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
[Chorus: Wack Zack]
Brag about a bitch, 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 "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Wack Zack]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Wack Zack, Red Mazzi, uh
(Bitch!)