Klay & Steph

Ay, ay, ay, ay, truckload shit T-Way Engineering Ay, ay, ay, I just came through with them racks flexin', truckload shit get hectic Got a mini Draco on me now but the full body K my preference Too much cash, still spendin' old money from Check Dis Me and Pheezy Klay & Steph, we wet shit Show in the opp hood, came they left quick Gotta give a shout out to the bank, straight blessings Don't move too much, that make me nervous Stick might just get swervin' I don't even f*ck with these nat hoes, see em curvin' And I flex up with these racks like I'm Gervin Codeine off in my drink like I'm Earvin I shoot off the rip no jersey Too much, too much of cash in my pockets, they burstin' Walk a nigga down like a dirt bike burning I'm a real robber, keep the racks in my mask too Yeah, I got hair, but I ball, Caillou, used to be a humble, stayed down Now I'm showin' what the racks do I'm drippin' every day like Ragu I catch a opp, heat em up, he get zipped like a jacket Run down, swing the stick like a racket Might be a U-Haul, everywhere I go, I be packin' Strike a pose, nigga, won't catch me lackin' Surf for them rats like I'm searching safari She on her knees like she sorry I swing that stick like a bat, either k or the carbon Don't f*ck with these niggas, these racks is my diamonds Treat his head like a egg or a joke, I'ma crack it They know I ball like a basket I'm having racks like I just got my taxes Peon ass nigga can't fit in my bracket Them boys try to tax me, I'm Jillin' and Jackin' Three different designers I'm tacky We in this bitch passin' blunts like Corona No YSL we some stoners I f*ck your bitch, doggy style, she like when I bone her No DM I'm sippin' yellow like Homer Nigga, reach for my chain, he a goner I'm causin' smoke like a sauna Bad bitch, name Lisa, no Mona Project, baby, all I know is jug and Finesse And Count up a check, we servin' the city Yo, trap lookin' stressed F*ck nigga, play, he get stretched These niggas cap in their rap, Mitchell and Nash Niggas be hoes, they got breast Push the pack, then I flex Trappin since a youngin', my name should be fresh I keep a stick like a nest AK-47, the very best thing there is When you absolutely positively Got to kill every motherfuckin' in the world Except no substitute Ay, ay! Damn, the beat still goin' I'm still flowin' I up that stickin' and I cause a commotion Yo hoe on my skin like some tats and some lotion Boss man shit, I be playin' and coachin' I see the opp, and step on him like Roaches Drank, ice, lean, potion Shout out to my plug, he be growin' Shout out to my plug, he be growin' I catch a opp, flip his ass like a coin Glock be too loud that shit sound like a horn Stand out like a goat on the farm I'm serving gas from Cali while I'm dodging charges Don't f*ck with these hoes, Monique Parker We got the city on lock like a locker Joe Goldberg to the opps, I'ma stalk him Let's go Let's go Let's go Let's go Let's go