Clutch or Kick
Kill or Kill, Clutch or Kick (Uh, uh, uh)
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
4, 5, 6 (Uh uh)
He got a 1, 2, 3
Cro got a 45
He got a 23
Like baby can't you see? I got no love inside of me
That boy a wannabe, yo bitch she wanted me
This my economy, the baddest bitches follow me
All on me
Throw a one, she said she always wanted me
Now I'm getting high, thanking God that I'm alive
My cro, he throwing down the
It's double M until I die
That nigga ain't no friend of mine
Kill or Kill, Clutch or Kick (Uh, uh, uh)
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
Uh uh uh uh uh
Tryna hit the top
Hit the booth, I yellow tape it
Yellow tape him, hit his top
In the GTA where bodies flop
20 shots and white chalk
My bro is totin' 25
Guess that's why I'm still alive
And my bro, he took him for a drive
Red and blue, boy, beat the lights
If you stop, that's your demise
Keep it on, you know your rights
And Jay, he got me traumatized
Seeing ghosts while I'm alive
I wish my bro survived
It's double M until I die
Kill or Kill, Clutch or Kick
(Uh, uh, uh)
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
4, 5, 6 (Uh uh)
He got a 1, 2, 3
Cro got a 45
He got a 23
Like baby can't you see? I got no love inside of me
That boy a wannabe, yo bitch she wanted me
This my economy, the baddest bitches follow me
All on me
Throw a one, she said she always wanted me
Now I'm getting high, thanking God that I'm alive
My cro, he throwing down the
It's double M until I die
That nigga ain't no friend of mine
Kill or Kill, Clutch or Kick (Uh, uh, uh)
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
Uh uh uh uh uh
Tryna hit the top
Hit the booth, I yellow tape it
Yellow tape him, hit his top
In the GTA where bodies flop
20 shots and white chalk
My bro is totin' 25
Guess that's why I'm still alive
And my bro, he took him for a drive
Red and blue, boy, beat the lights
If you stop, that's your demise
Keep it on, you know your rights
And Jay, he got me traumatized
Seeing ghosts while I'm alive
I wish my bro survived
It's double M until I die
Kill or Kill, Clutch or Kick
(Uh, uh, uh)
I said, kill or kill, that's Clutch or Kick
My cro he down, he need a brick
All this smoke, it make my tummy sick
You catch a shot, you make him itch
All these 20s 40s, chip a zip
Roll a 4 5 6
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Writer(s): Jahzion Angus Neil
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