Back to trappin
The street scene multiply
The club scene can subtract
I was up in the club like this
Through the speakers
Imagine me
Stepping off the stage
And dancing with yo itch
Same scene
A different subject
This just true
No imagination
Two females
They was dancing together
Stepped up like this
I was moving like this
Something like a two step
No disco twist
Movements was straight cool
Nothing corny about me
And when she turned
Her backside to me
It was like standing up
Throw it back
For a real one
But I was up in the club
Like this
The street scene multiply
The club scene can subtract
This Clint-Love
Switching it up
From here I come again
Try to throw it back
All in yo face
Metaphor ears
I bring my A game
Getting close mingling
Sensation tingling
Start to finish
Come and go
Here's my name and number
You know my area code
I like them people
Keep you suicidal
The r and b
Make them hesitate
With their suicidal tendencies
So I'm back to
The con manning
My style is about
Hustling and partying
Filling the mouths
Filling the back doe's
Here's a piece of cheese
Know who to tell on
Know who not to
Back to trapping
Try to throw it back
The blimp
In the sky
Read black lives matter
But when the system
Third leg is hard for ya
I seen on the blimp
The world is mine
New scars on my face
Makes me scar face
If I'm the decoy
Let me lead them
This way
Get the money coca leaf
That's about you
Said the cop
With his thoughts
Sometime I hear 'em
Sometime I don't
I don't be depending
On them people
But it's like
Don't hate the game
Are the players
No joking matter
But watch when
It's your time
For departure
It's not about
Back in the days with beef
We used to get 'em up
With our fists
It's not about that
It's about real men
Talk it out
It's about real men
Stick together
It's about real men
Turning ah new leaf
Turn over a new leaf
But what's the
Reality of it
They set tripping
They tribe tripping
The political party tripping
So if one get caught slipping
Don't be handicap
In the game
With the getaway
You bringing up names
Not in my vocab
The black car
With the tinted windows
License plate read
It's my turn
My style is about
Hustling and partying
Filling the mouths
Filling the back doe's
Here's a piece of cheese
Know who to tell on
Know who not to
Back to trapping
Just out the freak
Just out the freak
Try to throw it back
Just out
Just out the freak
The club scene can subtract
I was up in the club like this
Through the speakers
Imagine me
Stepping off the stage
And dancing with yo itch
Same scene
A different subject
This just true
No imagination
Two females
They was dancing together
Stepped up like this
I was moving like this
Something like a two step
No disco twist
Movements was straight cool
Nothing corny about me
And when she turned
Her backside to me
It was like standing up
Throw it back
For a real one
But I was up in the club
Like this
The street scene multiply
The club scene can subtract
This Clint-Love
Switching it up
From here I come again
Try to throw it back
All in yo face
Metaphor ears
I bring my A game
Getting close mingling
Sensation tingling
Start to finish
Come and go
Here's my name and number
You know my area code
I like them people
Keep you suicidal
The r and b
Make them hesitate
With their suicidal tendencies
So I'm back to
The con manning
My style is about
Hustling and partying
Filling the mouths
Filling the back doe's
Here's a piece of cheese
Know who to tell on
Know who not to
Back to trapping
Try to throw it back
The blimp
In the sky
Read black lives matter
But when the system
Third leg is hard for ya
I seen on the blimp
The world is mine
New scars on my face
Makes me scar face
If I'm the decoy
Let me lead them
This way
Get the money coca leaf
That's about you
Said the cop
With his thoughts
Sometime I hear 'em
Sometime I don't
I don't be depending
On them people
But it's like
Don't hate the game
Are the players
No joking matter
But watch when
It's your time
For departure
It's not about
Back in the days with beef
We used to get 'em up
With our fists
It's not about that
It's about real men
Talk it out
It's about real men
Stick together
It's about real men
Turning ah new leaf
Turn over a new leaf
But what's the
Reality of it
They set tripping
They tribe tripping
The political party tripping
So if one get caught slipping
Don't be handicap
In the game
With the getaway
You bringing up names
Not in my vocab
The black car
With the tinted windows
License plate read
It's my turn
My style is about
Hustling and partying
Filling the mouths
Filling the back doe's
Here's a piece of cheese
Know who to tell on
Know who not to
Back to trapping
Just out the freak
Just out the freak
Try to throw it back
Just out
Just out the freak
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Writer(s): Albert Simms
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