clap

I'm in the back of the trap with a hundred sum bats and they all got buttons
Move like the president with another vowel like my name Joe Buden
I told that bitch we just do fucking we ain't doing no loving
Talking bout niggas been tricking on you
Bitch when the last time you did some working?
The bitch was fine I popped that perc and bitch I went to working
This dick so good gone get this hoe life together I'm fucking with a purpose
I'm grown as fuck I ain't got no time for phone tag come see me in person
Bounce on this dick one time show me your work ethic we could go look at purses
But I ain't gone lie li bitch I'm Macking
Teach this bitch li shit John Madden
I was in the house and racking
Going to school, honor roll, and trapping
Hit em with a 556 what happened?
Bullet hit his face he turned to the past tense
Going for the disrespect bitch I ain't having it
I'm from the South with the bats and the savages
They really got me here back on my rapping shit
I heard your music and I heard they was trashing it
You play my shit round a bitch and you bagging it
Won't let it slide lil bitch I ain't having it
Sound like a clap we hit em out the window with a mothefucking 7.62
Imma secret shotta bitch I don't show my gun imma get right back at you



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