Kill Clientele ​tana

Lyrics from Snippets and Live Performance

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Fuck all that, let's get straight to it
Private motherfuckin' flight, ya dig?
Real Atlanta shit

[Chorus]
I'm servin' the base, I might kill all the customers (Haha, what the f—?)
I'm sippin' all this fuckin' drank, I guess that's why my stomach hurt
I walk in Maison Margiela, you know that a nigga gon' fuck it up
I'm in LA with the apes in Rodeo, you know we gon' fuck it up
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up (You know we gon' fuck that shit up)
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up (You know we gon' fuck that shit up)
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up (You know we gon' fuck that shit up)
Oh yeah, we gon' fuck it up (Damn)

[Verse]
I told the bitch wе gon' make this shit work, but I lied, nah, baby
And I told all of my slimes, "Do not worry, wе gon' be fine now," yeah
I drop a dime on ya head, I told the bitch, "Call me sex"
I got chickens out in Canada, I'm 'bout to fly to the 6
I don't even fuck with that bitch, I'm 'bout to pass the assist
And these hoes too damn fine, I'm fuckin' on real sisters
Cream soda drank, it's mixed up
These throwed-ass niggas got me pissed off
I fuck on that bitch like a pit stop
Hell nah, I don't fuck with the pigs, yeah