Clutchin

Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah) My lil ho keep asking me to make time (yeah) I tell that lil bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah) Walking with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah) Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah) Standing on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah) I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah) You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah) Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah) We gone'pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah) Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah rrah) I got the pack, come and get it Grams for the ten, I swear it's that sticky I'm in the trap, in the trenches I grind hard just to spin for the penny My shooter, he clutchin' extensions Got so many tools think he fuck with the dentist We gon' see who really with it When me and my niggas come through your shit spinning You know I'm that nigga, yeah I do my shit You drop a diss, we pull up with them sticks Know they gon' fumble, just send in a blitz (rrrah) You a lil fan just get off my dick Tell me why you mad, that's what I don't get But what's really sad you broke as a bitch I got the rifle whenever I move I know they want me on the news You run up and I'ma give your ass the blues The AR knock you out your shoes All of my diamonds they wet like a pool Try snatch them and you're getting snoozed I never applied to none of the rules Twelfth grade I dropped out of school (damn) Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah) My lil ho keep asking me to make time (yeah) I tell that lil bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah) Walking with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah) Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah) Standing on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah) I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah) You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah) Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah) We gone'pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah) Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah rrah)