Clutch

Stunna
Clutch
I ain't passing the ball I'm scoring getting bucks
She hold it down she know she getting that tummy tucked
Sharp pain in my liver, thought I was dying had to put down that cup
And I don't need no stylist, still get tailored like I'm Chuck nigga
I don't care what you wear these niggas look but they can't touch
The head so good fell asleep so now I call her Robitussin
Aye stuffing the wood you ain't put in need to go get your dutch
And I'm hitting the road no Vlad I drive so fast you'd think I was Russian
Ain't trippin on bitches I had niggas be going out sad
Catch my drip my swag, lately I been in my bag
Niggas be hustling backwards, Niggas ain't getting no cash
Pour up a four in a sprite, said he was starting to lag

Slow down
She been with me, him, and him with you she turned her hoe down
At first they was saying that I couldn't do it, so I kicked that door down
Just cause I don't post em don't mean they ain't round play with me its gone go down
Ain't gotta be stingy it's enough of me to go round
Kp standing on 10 against any man
Had a dream I got back doored, went back to sleep wit the blick in my hand
Flight back to the Go, you know I got a throat goat waiting for me to land
She play like a friend, but she fan can't fuck I'm protecting the brand
Bought my main a gift she gave it back, so I gave it to my other hoe
One bitch than dogged me out so now I fuck 'em then I pass 'em to bro
And please don't think shit chicken, if it is then this shit buffalo
Hot shit, mop sticks, chop sticks, run up on me this bitch gone blow



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Writer(s): Rayshaun Thompson
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