Crossfit - Blacc Zacc

IMixNation for real

Work the scale, yeah, yeah

Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, yeah, yeah

I like my pussy bald-headed with no smell, yeah, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made this)

If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale

Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell

I like my pussy bald-headed with no smell, smell

If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah

I can move them pounds just like CrossFit

Why you tote that gun and you ain’t gon' off shit?

I might send a blitz and get your mans hit

If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn’t say shit

If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn’t say shit

How you hate a nigga 'cause he gettin' rich?

Bitch, I got them M’s and got my mans lit

I heard your partner just came home, you ain’t give your mans shit

So when you speak that boss shit, I don’t wanna hear that shit

Don’t approach me in the club on no rapping shit

All these young niggas with me, they’ll whack some shit

So nigga, stay up over there with that capping shit

Yeah, yeah, gotta keep it player, player

Woo, ice hitting like Ric Flair, Flair

Woo, I come through in the all-blue new coupe

Diamonds kick like kung fu

Touch my chain, I’m gon' shoot

Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale

Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell

I like my pussy bald-headed with no smell, smell

If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah

I can move them pounds just like CrossFit

Why you tote that gun and you ain’t gon' off shit?

I might send a blitz and get your mans hit

If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn’t say shit, yeah

Saved by the bell just like Zack Morris

Beat a nigga ass just like Chuck Norris

Feel like Big Meech back-to-back in ten foreigns

I told that bitch she in good hands just like State Farm

You tryna run up on a bale, I got a whole farm

I bought two Rollies for my wrist, I paid an arm for 'em

I’m a real trap nigga, please don’t be alarmed

Told my bitch to make me happy, go buy me a charm

Yeah, yeah, gotta keep it player, player

But that pussy hit so good, I might can’t share, share

Too much money, had to weigh it on the scale, scale

Don’t you give that boy no brick, he might tell, tell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale

Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell

I like my pussy bald-headed with no smell, smell

If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah

I can move them pounds just like CrossFit

Why you tote that gun and you ain’t gon' off shit?

I might send a blitz and get your mans hit

If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn’t say shit