Clap!
Oh woah
Oh woah oh
Ok I'm poppin' my shit
Ride with my .40 but I got me a stick
Thirsty ass hoe wanna try her some dick
You know that I'm him just check out the fit
Walk in the party we boppin' n shi
Smoking this za, it got me lit
Y'all niggas fake, y'all counterfeit
And y'all know y'all not stopping shit
She said she wanna fuck with me, tell her come and fuck with me
She know that I'm really him and she know I keep it street
Lame ass hoe don't talk to me, you can't even bop with me
Got her singing to the Melodies, niggas gon' remember me
And she know I'm riddin' with my .40 (with my .40)
Popping out these shorties don't ignore me (don't ignore me)
I got money now that's why yo bitch adore me (she adore)
From the back, I'm hittin' that, she clappin' for me
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
Roll roll, roll yo boat
Hoe hoe, give me throat
This weed I smoke you can not smoke
You take one hit I bet you float
I got a pole bro got a pole, bro up that pole, he let shit go
You know I'm going if he go, we known to shoot up at citgo
Tell her clap that if I pop out on you got a big bag
They see us up now they mad, they can't catch up they that bad
You hit my phone but you ain't seeing me
I go ape shit know I'm a beast
Niggas plan on stopping me, nigga you not blocking me
And she know I'm riddin' with my .40 (with my .40)
Popping out these shorties don't ignore me (don't ignore me)
I got money now that's why yo bitch adore me (she adore)
From the back, I'm hittin' that, she clappin' for me
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
Oh woah oh
Ok I'm poppin' my shit
Ride with my .40 but I got me a stick
Thirsty ass hoe wanna try her some dick
You know that I'm him just check out the fit
Walk in the party we boppin' n shi
Smoking this za, it got me lit
Y'all niggas fake, y'all counterfeit
And y'all know y'all not stopping shit
She said she wanna fuck with me, tell her come and fuck with me
She know that I'm really him and she know I keep it street
Lame ass hoe don't talk to me, you can't even bop with me
Got her singing to the Melodies, niggas gon' remember me
And she know I'm riddin' with my .40 (with my .40)
Popping out these shorties don't ignore me (don't ignore me)
I got money now that's why yo bitch adore me (she adore)
From the back, I'm hittin' that, she clappin' for me
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
Roll roll, roll yo boat
Hoe hoe, give me throat
This weed I smoke you can not smoke
You take one hit I bet you float
I got a pole bro got a pole, bro up that pole, he let shit go
You know I'm going if he go, we known to shoot up at citgo
Tell her clap that if I pop out on you got a big bag
They see us up now they mad, they can't catch up they that bad
You hit my phone but you ain't seeing me
I go ape shit know I'm a beast
Niggas plan on stopping me, nigga you not blocking me
And she know I'm riddin' with my .40 (with my .40)
Popping out these shorties don't ignore me (don't ignore me)
I got money now that's why yo bitch adore me (she adore)
From the back, I'm hittin' that, she clappin' for me
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
I tell her this this this and I tell her that (I tell her that)
Do not diss diss diss if you is a rat (you is a rat)
And I gotta admit mit mit, lil shawty she bad
She gon' clap that shit for me when I throw this cash
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Writer(s): Chris Mitchell
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