Clutch

Yeah, go, yeah Yeah-hey-hey-yeah It ain't nothing, yeah 100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky When Lil Faygo move, they flocking I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree) (We Missed You, Faygo) (Mom, Polacks making beats again) Yeah, go, yeah Yeah-hey-hey-yeah It ain't nothing, yeah 100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky When Lil Faygo move, they flocking I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree) Up that tool, no, I'm not boxing (skrrt) This right here gon' solve yo' problems I can't play about them commas Okay, rap shit, all that drama Choppa singing like Madonna You gon' take her to McDonald's I'ma be at Benihanas Eating good with all my partners I'ma chop 'em down (yeah, hey) What's yo' fucking number? She gon' let me get her number Boy you broke, well, that's a bummer Take a pic, put it on Tumblr I'm the main event this summer Faygo came in with that thunder Life went on and I got tougher (skrrt) Know some foe wanna put me under (blah) And I can't let 'em do that Choppa make you move back Nigga like, "Boy hey, where your loot at?" (Blah, blah) Baby, I gotta get to the racks And never know that I can't slack (do that) Look at my toolie go blatt (blatt) When I had that new Hellcat And I can't fold like that, yeah No, I can't fall in that trap No, I can't lack Yeah, baby, let's go Let's go Lil' Faygo I need a bankroll (brree) No, I can't fold (skrrt, skrrt, brr) It ain't nothing, yeah Baby, I'm still not loving you You too slick, can't be trusting you I cannot be fussing you Gotta get to busting you Now he chain tucking, yeah (bee) Go-got him ducking, yeah (blatt) Ta-take over your whole camp Taxing like I'm Uncle Sam She gon' do it all on cam Hell yeah, go-go ham! Asked me if I love her And I said, "No ma'am" (Whoa, whoa, whoa)