Make it Clear
Aye boy what you seen
I got hella socks pockets look like evergreen
And my bitch so bad know that she be hella mean
Spend it make it back, bouncing like a trampoline
Might just smack her ass bouncing like a trampoline
Aye onna track talking shit and rambling
Aye rolling dice, on the block we gambling
Treat my draco just like Drake, ima let it sing
Fuck around get hit up in yo face in you medaling
Fuck around get hit up in yo face
I slide to yo block and do that crime won't leave a trace
Jakes up on my dick won't tell em shit get out my face
Hopped up in my Raf and took that lil bitch outer space
Know I gotta fumble if I ever catch a case
All I gotta do is mumble and my shooters bouta spray
I feel like Im Meek im tryna take the pain away
I know hella shit juts gotta take it to the grave
Though he had a baddie she finessed him he got played
Think I was Steve Madden the way I be making plays
If we catch him lacking we gone stump him in some J's
Knock that pussy out the park feel like I play for the Braves
My chain flashing in the dark give a fuck about the day
I got horses in the engine but I don't feed my shit hay
Put a leg on my choppa ain't no dick cuz I ain't gay
Your girl just walked passes and I smelled a fish fillet
She a eater eater
Butterfly doors on the whip like jeepers creepers
And the team in all black they don't even see us
But a nigga fuck with me I'll make you meet the reaper
Yo homie just got K.I.A cuz we slid in a Kia
That clip go da da da
I just met up with my bitch and said I'm proud of her
And you know that we so rich she got designer hair
If you looking for some love then you won't find it here
We saw twelve coming through that block and we got out there
You like me then just take a picture you ain't gotta stare
I ran my racks up I got richer
Then I spent it on a Richard
Its a picture make it clearer
I see the realest in the mirror
Got Balenci on my spirit
Play it back so I can hear it
At the store we gotta clear it
Ain't no nigga that I fear
She be rubbing on my face
And be gripping on my beard
Leave yo body in a lake
Then give hints out to yo peers
I got racks and hella green so I'm shooting like Paul Pierce
Bitches say they wanna fuck when they hear me in they ears
I don't really got no love give a fuck about yo tears
And I'm coming for the crown bitch let me make it clear
I got hella socks pockets look like evergreen
And my bitch so bad know that she be hella mean
Spend it make it back, bouncing like a trampoline
Might just smack her ass bouncing like a trampoline
Aye onna track talking shit and rambling
Aye rolling dice, on the block we gambling
Treat my draco just like Drake, ima let it sing
Fuck around get hit up in yo face in you medaling
Fuck around get hit up in yo face
I slide to yo block and do that crime won't leave a trace
Jakes up on my dick won't tell em shit get out my face
Hopped up in my Raf and took that lil bitch outer space
Know I gotta fumble if I ever catch a case
All I gotta do is mumble and my shooters bouta spray
I feel like Im Meek im tryna take the pain away
I know hella shit juts gotta take it to the grave
Though he had a baddie she finessed him he got played
Think I was Steve Madden the way I be making plays
If we catch him lacking we gone stump him in some J's
Knock that pussy out the park feel like I play for the Braves
My chain flashing in the dark give a fuck about the day
I got horses in the engine but I don't feed my shit hay
Put a leg on my choppa ain't no dick cuz I ain't gay
Your girl just walked passes and I smelled a fish fillet
She a eater eater
Butterfly doors on the whip like jeepers creepers
And the team in all black they don't even see us
But a nigga fuck with me I'll make you meet the reaper
Yo homie just got K.I.A cuz we slid in a Kia
That clip go da da da
I just met up with my bitch and said I'm proud of her
And you know that we so rich she got designer hair
If you looking for some love then you won't find it here
We saw twelve coming through that block and we got out there
You like me then just take a picture you ain't gotta stare
I ran my racks up I got richer
Then I spent it on a Richard
Its a picture make it clearer
I see the realest in the mirror
Got Balenci on my spirit
Play it back so I can hear it
At the store we gotta clear it
Ain't no nigga that I fear
She be rubbing on my face
And be gripping on my beard
Leave yo body in a lake
Then give hints out to yo peers
I got racks and hella green so I'm shooting like Paul Pierce
Bitches say they wanna fuck when they hear me in they ears
I don't really got no love give a fuck about yo tears
And I'm coming for the crown bitch let me make it clear
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Writer(s): Calen Davis
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