[Intro]
(Gotdamnitdupri)
[Chrous]
I can't go nowhere without my strap
I jump out the Benz dressed in black
When I click, the switch flah, flah, flah
Lay a motherfucker flat
I can't go nowhere without my strap
I jump out the Benz dressed in black
When I click, the switch flah, flah, flah
Lay a motherfucker flat
It's all fun and games 'til a nigga get killed
Or get his ass stripped
The city goin' crazy and we takin' over shit
It's the Innerprize Clicc
[Verse 1]
Say he just passed on a hundred G's
Please, every month, I do that with ease
Thank God for the twenty-one flood
Got me up, hit the club with like twenty-one guns
On Crip, never fuck with a bitch on Fig'
I'm too rich, plus them forty-dollar dates ain't shit
The hate's so real, I feel it
Niggas think I'm braggin', but really I'm just livin'
In a nice car, G-body, flow shift, T-top (Zoom)
Sniffin' blow with a ho that bang beep-bop
In thousand-dollar sweatsuits that hold up the fire
Gotta shake you off if you fuck up the vibe
To keep that shit real, I don't owe a nigga nothing
The Innerprize Clicc got me really gettin' money
The city of L.A. got my head on a swivel
That's why you never see me outside without a pistol
(Gotdamnitdupri)
[Chrous]
I can't go nowhere without my strap
I jump out the Benz dressed in black
When I click, the switch flah, flah, flah
Lay a motherfucker flat
I can't go nowhere without my strap
I jump out the Benz dressed in black
When I click, the switch flah, flah, flah
Lay a motherfucker flat
It's all fun and games 'til a nigga get killed
Or get his ass stripped
The city goin' crazy and we takin' over shit
It's the Innerprize Clicc
[Verse 1]
Say he just passed on a hundred G's
Please, every month, I do that with ease
Thank God for the twenty-one flood
Got me up, hit the club with like twenty-one guns
On Crip, never fuck with a bitch on Fig'
I'm too rich, plus them forty-dollar dates ain't shit
The hate's so real, I feel it
Niggas think I'm braggin', but really I'm just livin'
In a nice car, G-body, flow shift, T-top (Zoom)
Sniffin' blow with a ho that bang beep-bop
In thousand-dollar sweatsuits that hold up the fire
Gotta shake you off if you fuck up the vibe
To keep that shit real, I don't owe a nigga nothing
The Innerprize Clicc got me really gettin' money
The city of L.A. got my head on a swivel
That's why you never see me outside without a pistol
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