Clockwork Orange

Uh, yeah
...Back on my playground shit

I do not play 'bout my peace
Can't fuck with no treesha
I tell her "hasta la vista"
Hit it once, then I released her
Lil' bitch I'm Jesus
If I pull up, then it's Easter
She ain't no freak, then I'll teach her
Bitch I'm a beast, I heat it up like a barista
Pin that bitch down like Batista
Throw that shit back like a beeper, uh
Play with the money, no banker, uh
I run it up like a flanker, uh
Hold that shit down like an anchor, uh
She said I fuck good, oh thank ya, aye
Had to switch up for my paper
Niggas be triflin' so I can't do favors, nah
I'm sippin' Migos, no chasers
She think she runnin' shit but I can't chase her, nah
Make a lotta money when a nigga get hot
Yeah fuck it, ima stay in my Birk
Lil' thick bitch, went and got a BBL
Now it's fat, but she still can't twerk
Shot got a kick like Dirk
Tryna do me dirty, ain't worth it
Swizz Beats, Timbo, I got verses
Every time I touch it, it's perfect

Clockwork Orange
Left hand with the pot turned on
Good fuck, but she not worth more
Call the Uber, ion drop her off
Still broke, then you gotta work harder
Still broke, then you think too small
Muhfuckas doin' too much talkin'
Can't win if you don't take losses
Yea

I do not play 'bout my peace
Can't fuck with no treesha
I tell her "hasta la vista"
Hit it once, then I released her
Lil' bitch I'm Jesus
If I pull up, then it's Easter
She ain't no freak, then I'll teach her
Bitch I'm a beast, I heat it up like a barista
Pin that bitch down like Batista
Throw that shit back like a beeper, uh

She rockin' Christian, she fancy, uh
I chef it up like I'm Ramsay, uh
Bitch I get fly, I'm a banshee, uh
Stay with my toy like I'm Andy, uh
Rappers see me, they get antsy
Niggas is food and I fill up my pantry, aye
I had to up-up my ante
I can't do shit that my fuck up my chances, uh
I be outside with the guys, I ain't tired
Nigga, o79, got the block on ten
Skateboard V, got the grind on lock
Niggas tryna talk hot, but they not gon' win
Papi had the flavors, I copped all ten
Baby had the wetty, I dived all in it
Goofy ass nigga, boy you not authentic
You could do it, but I put a lot more in it
I'm way too sick, ain't no medicine
Pop, Pop, Pop, I light 'em up like I'm Edison
Cha, Cha, Cha, my potnas slide, ain't no evidence
Gra-ta-ta-ta at the side of yo residence
I got my pockets up, now I'm in heaven
Don't talk to my potnas, they 'bout to get deadly
Ain't no stoppin' my progress, I'm 'bout to go heavy
I hop out the rocket ship vibin' on Henny

I do not play 'bout my peace
Can't fuck with no treesha
I tell her "hasta la vista"
Hit it once, then I released her
Lil' bitch I'm Jesus
If I pull up, then it's Easter
She ain't no freak, then I'll teach her
Bitch I'm a beast, I heat it up like a barista
Pin that bitch down like Batista
Throw that shit back like a beeper, uh
Play with the money, no banker, uh
I run it up like a flanker, uh
Hold that shit down like an anchor, uh
She said I fuck good, oh thank ya, aye
Had to switch up for my paper
Niggas be triflin' so I can't do favors, nah
I'm sippin' Migos, no chasers
She think she runnin' shit but I can't chase her



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Writer(s): Jermaine Scott
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