Clap Out

I still ride with that street sweeperRose mo stay with that rose like Wiz KhalifaOne of these lames step on my sneakersHis pocket rang go something behind his speakersI ain't with all of that talking we could clap it outChopping in his club man I'm clapping outI still ride with that street sweeperRose mo stay with that rose like Wiz KhalifaI'm clapping out dry snitches hating on me what they mad about'Cause I bees with the G's and the B's and the C'sNever freeze I just breeze through the peaceThese old G's don't eat no cheeseDo it BIG like Nino it seemsEnemies with the flees on their knees begging pleaseI just squeeze what they eat where the cabbage atSure of myself never had a doubtGrab a lame by the chain pull the carrots outI keep the mac cop on roll bullet back blocks inYou with a slap bars we can slap it outWhat's all the bragging aboutPeople in the penitentiary where you heading outYour skinny jeans is all tight how you readers gonna fightYou be singing all night like Gladis mouthWe can shake till you passing outUFC you be tapping outUse a 44 bet better close your vestExpose your face shoot your bozo chestLike Scarface when he came a nolo deathOppose no threat we a polo yesI owe no deaths 'cause my flow so freshLike so so death when the brat was outI stray not the savage outGot a transporter I can take Travis outYou call that a cold gameI don't think it's no game'Cause I stay with cocaine never had a droughtPapoose no magic wowReaching the hand pull a rabbit outCop new course clash him outI be the - trash it outGetting money MJ cashing outAnyone: Michael Jackson, Magic Johnson, Michael JordanBall lights bolding, tired of recordingMan fuck that, I'm out