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It's clipping., bitch

What do they need?
Powder, weed or Adderall?
Let 'em in slow
Settle 'em in
Cali', and know when they step in the doors and seein' all the hoes
Cuttin' coke in the kitchen and cookin' over the stove
Ain't wearin' none of they clothes and it's closed and it go like that

Never wanna have to show the strap
But you got one
And it got drums that hold hundreds of bills
Old and crumpled
And real soldiers humblin'
Huddlin' 'round their heaters
Competin' for millimeters
Like "Who cock the biggest?"

What you got significant?
Locked and loaded, on Patron and peyote hallucinatin'
The realest shit goin' on with the homies the only way to get over it
Is to get your weight up, and pray over all of the bodies
Of border walkin' killers is hidin' beside the fact of the matter
The guts will splatter at will
Every bunny in the jungle know it's kill or be killed
Come get it

It ain't no fun
If it ain't cocaine in the system buddy
But I ain't got none
To do it the way OG's bangin'
Bitch wanna get sprayed to run
And gettin' away with it anyway
Anybody can get it
Get it?
Got it
Goddamn it

Can't believe today was a good day
When it seem like every other day is a hood day
Do you see the irony?
He don't know nothin' about it
This murder ain't bout nothin' but
Murderin' snitches and burnin' bridges with all the bitches who used to swin' on the dick like it's good for physical fitness
You fittin' to, but no bullshittin'

Well better start hittin' switches in that
Low, low
Drop it 'til it about to hit the flo', flo'
Can't nobody stop it when it go, go
Gadget on a ratchet like a hatchet
How she chop and screw the dick up lickin' after all the wood
That been blowed good
And blowed up
Get thowed and runnin' up in the guts and bustin'
Come get it

Woop, Woop
That's the sound of the end of the party
Chew up the molly
Quick, pick up all the guns and get rowdy
Better be the best if they tryin' to be the definition of every of hood motherfuckers contorted vision
They snortin' the game
Sportin' the flyest of fashion passionately

Wanna get some action, then better make sure the camera can see
The fuck wanna enter in a war with a veteran?
Who got a score to settle with motherfuckers for medellin'?
You think about the kettle, the pot has been plottin' blowin' 'til blue
And they face crews
Wanna be true
Claimin' that you

Pocket or not
Back it up drop
All that you got
Into the bag
Make it a tax write-off
Take it right off that ass
Now flip it
Dip it

Brake it
The foot on the gas
Go 'head and clip it
Pop it, shake it
And make it go fast
The days of paintin' for fascination a thing of the past
Well, get your paper or partner
You talkin' cash, they talkin' fast
Come get it



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Raleigh Snipes, Daveed Diggs, William Moran Hutson
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