[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean, fool
Show love, finna get stuck up
Tell that bitch ain't my thing, sweet black sugar fuckin' stang
Laid back, Glock tight, full of that Tanqueray
When I scope, I hope a nigga drop off that cheese
I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys
Mane, let's stick up these hizzo in the hizzo spizzot
G-I-M-I somethin' to fuck
Pistol grip, pistol whip, don't you trip without yo' clip, my nig
If you ain't kinfolk, Deuce double one is what me do
Biddy bop me Glock pop on yo chest
Unless you brought yo' bulletproof
I'm jealous, fellas roll too clean
I gotta get mine so I'ma take yours
Spank me with somethin', knock-knock, fuck that, just gonna kick it on in
Don't you shout, don't you make no noise
I'm down to die for mine all the time
Lay yo' bitch ass down, clown, seventeen rounds
I can shoot at yo' face, I won't miss, turn on this
Infrared got you scared, Barbara Paul pluggin' heads
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch
Terrifyin' these niggas souls
666, we like that shit, see, biatch
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
Niggas comin' clean, rollin' mean, I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that, this that type of shit that'll make your clique duck, get yo' ass in
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean, fool
Show love, finna get stuck up
Tell that bitch ain't my thing, sweet black sugar fuckin' stang
Laid back, Glock tight, full of that Tanqueray
When I scope, I hope a nigga drop off that cheese
I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys
Mane, let's stick up these hizzo in the hizzo spizzot
G-I-M-I somethin' to fuck
Pistol grip, pistol whip, don't you trip without yo' clip, my nig
If you ain't kinfolk, Deuce double one is what me do
Biddy bop me Glock pop on yo chest
Unless you brought yo' bulletproof
I'm jealous, fellas roll too clean
I gotta get mine so I'ma take yours
Spank me with somethin', knock-knock, fuck that, just gonna kick it on in
Don't you shout, don't you make no noise
I'm down to die for mine all the time
Lay yo' bitch ass down, clown, seventeen rounds
I can shoot at yo' face, I won't miss, turn on this
Infrared got you scared, Barbara Paul pluggin' heads
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch
Terrifyin' these niggas souls
666, we like that shit, see, biatch
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