Klap Back

Ayy, uh, uh, aye, Kae Kasino, aye, aye, yeah, aye, Look, nigga, send them shots and we gon klap back, yes, lil' bitch, I'm that mad Just like my pops, I like my money in a fat stack I asked that lil' bih, was it her's cause shit, it's that fat But I might just pass this bih to bro, he like to klap ass Up that blick and it go blaat blaat, nigga bust your cap back I don't give a f*ck bout' what these niggas be sayin' lil' bitch I'm that that I hit Tallahassee and tuck that blick all in that crab shack You talkin' bout runnin' up, bags jit, well bitch I'm past that I might bring them big ass packs in and go head, tax that And this shit, all me, can't add that to my tax bracket The way I beat that from behind, she say I'm backstabbin' Know I can't leave that shit alone, she one of my bad habits Love when a bih go crazy bout' this shit, like she a crack addict Know I fucked your head up, but shit, you already had damage Can't keep you out my mind, shit, sometimes I can't stand it The way we just pull up and slide, it's like we hate plannin' I eat my bih, she with a rapper like some grape candy And keep that heat on me, lil' bih, gon' think I hate fanning You hit this weed on me, you slump lil bih, you ain't standin' Nigga think this shit sweet, but ain't no punk in me I can't spare him Send them shots and we gon' klap back, yes, lil' bitch, I'm that mad Just like my pops, I like my money, in a fat stack I asked that lil' bih was it her's cause shit, it's that fat But I might just pass this bih to bro, he like to klap ass And I know she gon' spazz cause she on go this lil' bih past bad Don't give no f*ck bout what you know, got chops like Baghdad Might go ahead and f*ck this nigga hoe just to make him mad mad And I might f*ck this lil' bih throat like when she gag gag Flip a bo then hit the store I'm poppin' off tag tags I hit that bih, then hit the road I'm movin' past that You hit that bih, got child support now you a sad dad And I be drivin' miles before I settle down yet Can't tell if I'm gon' keep this bih, can't bring her around yet And if she yell, then I'll delete this bih, this ain't no sound check And I can't tell if I'm gon' need my stick, they ain't got found yet Nigga, I dump this blick, that bih kick back just like that lounge chair Nigga, bih kick back just like that lounge chair Nigga, lazy boy, crazy boy, lazy boy, playin', we gone blaze 'em boy Make it hasty boy, nigga smoke this za like Hatian boy Nigga, got them dreads but I ain't Hatian boy Nigga don't play with me, we pull up and we takin' boy Catch you slidin' in that V then we gone brake it boy Nigga I'm on that za this shit that tree no I ain't lace it boy