Clapped Up

I keep my Mac tucked (What)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (Ok)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang)
I keep my Mac tucked (Ok)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (For real)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang Bang)

Gremlins and me yea we synonyms
We got them tecs and we sending them
7.62 is as long as a cinnamon (Stick)
Machine gun on me like Eminem
Got a shooter best believe I'm gon send him in
And if he missed he gon spin again
Keeping a pump, I ain't talking adrenaline
Let's keep this short like a Mexican
All of my niggas got burners and want beef
That they gone flip with a spatula
When you see me, for the strap, better not reach
Cause AR by my side like I'm spelling out regular
Keeping it quiet what I preach
Nigga you snitch, we'll get rid of you
Niggas act gangsta just so they could cop pleas
Yea lil nigga let's get personal
He spotted me at the club, We getting lit
It was just me and my manager
He started following, I thought he was a fan, I kept my cool and act regular
Now we done got to the car, He was still there
That's when I got outta character
Looked at him i saw a gun, Pointing at me
So I pulled out the strap, cocked it back, then I boom

I keep my Mac tucked (What)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (Ok)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang)
I keep my Mac tucked (Ok)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (For real)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang Bang)

Just took a trip Thailand
That bitch want me cause she knows who I am
I remember eating spam
Shit is just now going the way I planned
I'm tryna get in a Lamb
Want me on a song, it's gon cost you a band
Nigga saw me and he ran
Cause I'm sending bullets, don't care where they land

I keep my Mac tucked (What)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (Ok)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang)
I keep my Mac tucked (Ok)
Niggas can't see cause the way that I walk
You can get clapped up (For real)
I would've been dead if I ran out of luck
Getting my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above



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Writer(s): Chenier Joseph
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