Clarity
Here's a lil story bout a young nigga stepping
Had Cut off my old hoe she missed her blessing
Keep rolling woods up I'm still stressing
Fentanyl trapping I think that they on to me
I'm bout it bout it no limit like master p
I got them bags and I flood my economy
They know bout Vanta know I keep that thing on me
Thinking bout copping that brand new black amg
Pass me the rock I'm Lebron in crunch time
You niggas know not to come pass that gun
These niggas snitching they telling like 69
We catch his ass we gone kill his ass six times
In trap working overtime that's where I got mine
We got them drums but we didn't play in drum line
Like quavo I'm tryna smoke some nigga one time
I act a ass when it come to that money sign
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
Had to get in bag and turn up my hustle
Strap with the fn gone spray off the muscle
No he ain't gang ain't no way I can trust 'em
If I send my wolves at you your ass in trouble
I went got a scale and I learned how to hustle
Have my youngeen come chop you while Smoking on Oreo
I ran it up but I'm not over charging you
Fuck the jail system and fuck them four walls to
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
Had Cut off my old hoe she missed her blessing
Keep rolling woods up I'm still stressing
Fentanyl trapping I think that they on to me
I'm bout it bout it no limit like master p
I got them bags and I flood my economy
They know bout Vanta know I keep that thing on me
Thinking bout copping that brand new black amg
Pass me the rock I'm Lebron in crunch time
You niggas know not to come pass that gun
These niggas snitching they telling like 69
We catch his ass we gone kill his ass six times
In trap working overtime that's where I got mine
We got them drums but we didn't play in drum line
Like quavo I'm tryna smoke some nigga one time
I act a ass when it come to that money sign
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
Had to get in bag and turn up my hustle
Strap with the fn gone spray off the muscle
No he ain't gang ain't no way I can trust 'em
If I send my wolves at you your ass in trouble
I went got a scale and I learned how to hustle
Have my youngeen come chop you while Smoking on Oreo
I ran it up but I'm not over charging you
Fuck the jail system and fuck them four walls to
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
See me on tv I know that see miss me
This shit was hard I can say I wouldn't easy
Put her Dior but shawty my secret
I got them bags in for cheap that ain't no secret
Get yo ass kidnapped for playing with a real g
Turnt' up some more ion think that they hearing me
These shoes by fear of God but ain't no fear in me
I put that gold on my neck that shit clarity
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Writer(s): Ytn Vanta
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