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)



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Writer(s): Andre Burt Jr.
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