Clocked In
Uhhh Huhh
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
Run it up I can't stop
Tell the truth I can't lie
Two Foe we the new new
TLC like left eye
Stack that paper
Left that bitch
Now that hoe feel left out
Yo money small lil boy
You need to stick yo chest out
Cop a fit den check out
I get to thinking about my niggas sometimes I wanna check out
All that ass up in her draws
She still gone rock her breast out
I'm still answering jail calls until my niggas bail out
Or come home or some
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
I can see my self
Somewhere counting a mill or some
She keep dancing on the boy
She want me to feel or some
All these racks up in her pocket
She want me to give her sum
I hit the mall and get her nun
Dat bitch keep on clubbing
All these backwoods dat we smoking
These bitch come in Russian
The bitch keep lying
Up on her cousin
But want me to trust her
I'm tucked up
Up in my crib
The strap right by my cover
I steady getting into with my bitch
She screaming I don't love her
I make that pape bout 5 ways
Lil bro strapped wih 5 Ks
That SRT we dry race
About that clout I can't chase
I pull-up inna i8
She steady screaming I HATE
I'm out of town I buy Bape
Den pull-up right to chase bank
I'm on dis drank I can't thank
Bitch quit saying you can't can't
You ain having no pape
Nigga we the top rank
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
Run it up I can't stop
Tell the truth I can't lie
Two Foe we the new new
TLC like left eye
Stack that paper
Left that bitch
Now that hoe feel left out
Yo money small lil boy
You need to stick yo chest out
Cop a fit den check out
I get to thinking about my niggas sometimes I wanna check out
All that ass up in her draws
She still gone rock her breast out
I'm still answering jail calls until my niggas bail out
Or come home or some
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
I can see my self
Somewhere counting a mill or some
She keep dancing on the boy
She want me to feel or some
All these racks up in her pocket
She want me to give her sum
I hit the mall and get her nun
Dat bitch keep on clubbing
All these backwoods dat we smoking
These bitch come in Russian
The bitch keep lying
Up on her cousin
But want me to trust her
I'm tucked up
Up in my crib
The strap right by my cover
I steady getting into with my bitch
She screaming I don't love her
I make that pape bout 5 ways
Lil bro strapped wih 5 Ks
That SRT we dry race
About that clout I can't chase
I pull-up inna i8
She steady screaming I HATE
I'm out of town I buy Bape
Den pull-up right to chase bank
I'm on dis drank I can't thank
Bitch quit saying you can't can't
You ain having no pape
Nigga we the top rank
Everyday I clock-in
Do dis shit like clockwork
Lil bro get the drop in
Tryna make my team pop
Bro say he got wock in
My lil bitch a top ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I can't stop
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Writer(s): Jamario Randle
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