Clap

歌詞

Nuh nuh nuh, uh uh Nuh nuh nuh, uh uh Nuh nuh nuh, uh A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here It ain't a man alive, that I could really say that I fear Working that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year I've been chosen first, couldn't see my path Take one of mines, do one of your soldiers worse and unleash my wrath No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh No matter how much we fall in dirt, we act like we not tribe Play with me I clap (Clap clap clap) Bulletproof truck and it's tinted up, bitch I remain intact I done seen enough and did enough, that's why I'm laid back My lil bros pop out with Gens, now the opps know they can't lack Splash brothers they like twins, they went and caught the same hat It's time to flame pack, .45th clap, he got his brain snatched Free Trench Baby, we trench kids, bitch that's just how my gang act Let me introduce you to my end, where we shoot Glocks and swang craps I'd rather tell shit how it is, bitch I cannot debate facts (uh) A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here It ain't a man alive, that I could really say that I fear Working that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year I been chose at first, couldn't see my path Take one of mines, do one of your soldiers worse and unleash my wrath No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh No matter how much we fall in dirt, we act like we not tribe Play with me I clap (Clap clap clap) Play with me I clap, I ain't know I was chosen I know a couple of opps, just aiming that whoof, he ain't gon' slide but trollin' Hell yeah I'll slide for foe'nem, you ain't do shit for the guys, you bogus I heard you ain't put shit on none of they books, to none of them guys you posted Got 33 in the stick for this .9 I'm totin', this for the side opposin' When it come to that bag I'm on it, you can tell that I'm having motion Off X my eyes was rollin', fighting back but I'm tryna focus We'll close his eyes for loafin', I was tought "murder my opponents" Dope and fentanyl, had the fiends hooked, now I just rap a chorus Want respect, revenge we slidin' for it, pistol clap performing All my lil' woadies on bullshit, so ain't no trying Taurus What you know 'bout losses, pain I took, and I just had to absorb it (uh) A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here