Clappers (feat. Rosay)

Alright, here it is, y'all I feel like it's right here Where the word at Alright, here we go The shit I'm on, need to bust your life up, can't get you a payroll We catch a case, we gon' fight it till the case close But if a nigga gotta go sit down, we stay silent High as f*ck, just drop the 320, I'm sick I mean, those sloppy pockets, hell yeah, them bitches knotted up Every time a nigga catch me out, bitch, I'm glockied up When my niggas slide like they playin' for the hockey club Let the bag touch, pass it through the hood like Donald Trump I don't go nowhere without my gun on me Big drip, don't get fapped down for actin' like you own something These niggas hate when rats in the streets take the funds All the broke niggas always tryna beef Put some funds on the whole team Step to the frat house, niggas animated 2B stars, how they act out Tryna fight like you are, boy, this Glock get you smacked down Niggas say they doin' what Bitches, niggas, just talk loud Niggas say they doin' what That's how the last one got lit Last get red, dawg, that's how the last one got stripped Big three, bitch, I hug the shit, dawg Chance to rap, sit down, tell her it ain't each hand When I'm playin' with them crushes, I be really with them jackets Really with them diapers Bro, I scammed God Niggas shoulda got his masters Really, I ain't never cared to be shit but a trapper Somehow, down the line, a nigga talked it to a rapper Bitch, I'm a scammer and a trapper I forgot that I'm a rapper So much paper in this bitch, I'm crammin' money in the mattress Feelin' safe than an addict Bitch, niggas done static YB done gassed him up and got him kicked for all that actin' I don't need a cripple, he's a devil Bitch, last nigga got clapped up, ho, for attitude If I put it on the floor, then it's a go Bitch, last nigga got fucked up, ho, for talkin' to God So much as bitch, I like my hoes for every lady I brush up with She like, boy, you know you extra Bitch, you know I keep the drape with me When I'm trippin', money, I'm backstabbin Cause we make plenty I hear ten on fullies, nah, a nigga barely teachin' me Me on the air, bitch, everybody shootin' Everybody slidin', we all biddin' to the music Bitch, kiss a nigga out, hit his top, leave him stupid Everybody suspect, you gotta watch how niggas move it Alright, go do it Time to go, bro