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Clap
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Clap è stato pubblicato il 29 maggio 2026 da Columbia come parte dell'album Clap - Single
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Lyrics, Composer
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Composer, Lyrics
Bryson March
Bryson March
Composer, Lyrics
Will Keating
Will Keating
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KRAZYMOB
KRAZYMOB
Producer
Ayo
Ayo
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Mastering Engineer

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[Chorus]
A couple real **** 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 ah turn up, who gon' tell us that ain't our year?
I been chose, at first, couldn't see my path
Take one of mines, do one of yo' soldiers worse, unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in the dirt, we act like we not trapped
Play with me, I clap
[Verse 1]
Bulletproof truck and its tented up, bitch, I remain tact
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, 45 clap, he gat 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 slang crack
I rather tell shit how it is, bitch, I cannot debate facts
[Chorus]
A couple real **** 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 ah turn up, who gon' tell us that ain't our year?
I been chose, at first, couldn't see my path
Take one of mines, do one of yo' soldiers worse, unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in the dirt, we act like we not trapped
Play with me, I clap
Play with me, I clap, I ain't know I was chosen
I know a couple opps just internet wolf, he ain't gon' slide but trollin'
Hell yeah I'll slide for foenem, 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 postin'
Got .33 in a stick for this .9 I'm totin', this for the side opposing
When it comes to that bag, I'm on it, you can tell that I'm havin' motion
Off X my eyes was rolling, fightin' back but I'm tryna focus
We ah close his eyes for loafin', I was taught murder my opponent
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' whoadies on bullshit, so ain't no tryin Taurus
What you know 'bout losses, pain I took and I just had to absorb it
[Outro]
A couple real **** died, a lot of gangsters not here
Written by: Bryson March, Dwan Avery, Taurus Bartlett, Will Keating
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