Klappin YSB OG

[Intro]
Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth Money Records
Goth, OG, Trap Goth
[?] Ayy

[Chorus]
My niggas be some soldiers (Soldiers)
We ain't fronting on you we'll get it clapping
My nigga I done told you (I done told you)
We do this shit for real, ain't no acting
Smoking on that doja (Doja)
Gas got me swerving in my Nascar man
Me my niggas be some soldiers (Soldier)
We ain't fronting on you we'll get it clapping

[Verse]
Since a young nigga from the porch
Always been on my shit, niggas can't tell me shit
Nigga who the fuck is you, you ain't fucking with the kid
I pull up with that extendo clip and get to dumping out that shit
17 a young soldier, Hunned Mill I see you jugging on the dirt road
Gucci Kray down Gucci chips we [?] way
Luckaleannn pour Wock of lean I'm tryna slow up my day
Toting on the .38, man got Mac he gonn' let it spray if I say so
When I say go you better get low watch your head nigga
You fuck with me well you gonn' be a dead nigga
War