Clockwork (feat. ProThraxx & Runupacheckington)
Don't try to run off with my pack boy it's not worth it
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
My pops seen me with a knot he said boy you working
Try to run up on Lil No ima close your curtain
Nigga you just getting high you ain't soul searching
The bitch say she focused but she just getting loaded
Oh I got sum wrong with me I just can't control it
Eighty dollars in a blunt I just fucking smoked it
Baby pop, oh yea, I pollute the soda
Try to run off with that sack Chevy run you over
Don't try to run off with my pack boy it's not worth it
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
Oh I speak for my real niggas boy make a decision
She can't fuck no more she gave it up she lost her privilege
I'm ballin like Jamal I'm in the town just like I'm two
Seahawks and the Sonics pills green yellow blue
Nigga shit the fuck up when I talk to you
I'm the Dons son get treated like the mob boss
The type of nigga got three different call logs
Camp out where you stay and make it sound like when the ball drops
Off tops I'm going in on ya bop bop
Steady counting guap rocks stuffed inside my tube socks
Who ya say gon' loose? RTG? Nah that's you stop
Making plays outter space smoking on them moon rocks
Two chops in my hands like I'm two glock
Ben Franks face is blue we got the new guap
Stepping on my shoes boo you better move off
Smoking on a wood of gas pack so I can cool off
Don't try to run off with my pack boy it's not worth it
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
My pops seen me with a knot he said boy you working
Try to run up on Lil No ima close your curtain
Nigga you just getting high you ain't soul searching
The bitch say she focused but she just getting loaded
Oh I got sum wrong with me I just can't control it
Eighty dollars in a blunt I just fucking smoked it
Baby pop, oh yea, I pollute the soda
Try to run off with that sack Chevy run you over
Don't try to run off with my pack boy it's not worth it
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
Oh I speak for my real niggas boy make a decision
She can't fuck no more she gave it up she lost her privilege
I'm ballin like Jamal I'm in the town just like I'm two
Seahawks and the Sonics pills green yellow blue
Nigga shit the fuck up when I talk to you
I'm the Dons son get treated like the mob boss
The type of nigga got three different call logs
Camp out where you stay and make it sound like when the ball drops
Off tops I'm going in on ya bop bop
Steady counting guap rocks stuffed inside my tube socks
Who ya say gon' loose? RTG? Nah that's you stop
Making plays outter space smoking on them moon rocks
Two chops in my hands like I'm two glock
Ben Franks face is blue we got the new guap
Stepping on my shoes boo you better move off
Smoking on a wood of gas pack so I can cool off
Don't try to run off with my pack boy it's not worth it
I got a winning record baby but it's not perfect
Eyes peeled on the juug I case the cops lurking
Boy you gon' grow up to be a star that's what my pops told me
Laid back in the trap peepin thru the curtains
I got money on my mind it got my head hurting
It don't matter if you broke bro just get a purpose
Cuz twice a day even a fucking broken clocks working
Credits
Writer(s): Noah W
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