Clap (feat. lil t)

I be smoking on paper got green inside the wrap Mr. Money Maker got dead people up in a stack What you doing later? Let me handle that Can you do me like a favor, can you make it clap Can you make it clap, can you make it clap Can you make it clap, can you make it clap Shot of Don, roll a blunt filled with illegal substance What you want? I can get in touch with where the plug is Tommy John banging out them beats like it was nothing Oh my God been a minute but I'm really buzzing Coupe ignition off a fucking button, ain't it something Do this way too often Dressed down in some Bape my drip could put you in a coffin It ain't nothing, yeah, got her blushing To the racks I'm rushing, turned up at the function 20 minutes late me and my bitch was busy fucking No discussion Got you if you need it, he fake committed treason My toes be red I'm bleeding, we balling every season Come hop up in this seat I got TG up on this beat Got you if you need a feat now you can play this shit repeat Got the state behind me we running shit MN OP Break it down and roll it up we smoking 'til we cannot see Might be these Prada glasses or my eyes is playing tricks on me You must come up from the sticks 'cause you the only ten I see I be smoking on paper got green inside the wrap Mr. Money Maker got dead people up in a stack What you doing later? Let me handle that Can you do me like a favor, can you make it clap Can you make it clap, can you make it clap Can you make it clap, can you make it clap