[Intro]
Fuck (Nigga)
Shit
[Verse 1]
This a blammer, you get blammed tryna run down
Ugh, I got titties on a AR, this a hunnid round (Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
Lil gang want the kill, now you can't even escape
Spread racks on my arm, this shit on display
Fuck spread racks, new money, this shit I just made
Call the fuckin' playback, what they want? They get skipped anyway
Pussy nigga ran last week, we catch him any day
You pussy but you havin' pounds, lil' gang might run you down
Buddy got the zaza, where the strains, where the fuckin' pack?
Think you finna walk down on lil' Fast, better be on 'tack
I was in some real shit, I had to fuckin' think
Gang'nem know we pop the ATM's, and then we pour up drink
Think you finna try this shit? I'on know what lil' buddy think
Came in with racks, came in with drip, what the fuck you on?
I got hella plays, juggs on my phone
Run that shit, run yo' fuckin' sack, run yo' fuckin' load
Better get down wit' the fuckin' fye, or get out the road
I got fire for a pussy boy, pussy nigga know, we gon'–
(Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
[Verse 2]
Gang mix moonrocks, we on moonrocks
Buddy draw down wit' a big ass gun, run him out his socks
We can't lack inside the fuckin' dark, blickies already caught
If you see it 'bout your fuckin' business, drop the fuckin' dot
We gon' end smoke wit' mystery, when Fast poppin' out
I might put this shit on Fast, put this shit on me
Lil' bro said he's scared for his life, that's why he stay on beat
I can't go nowhere wit'out that glizzy, like it's glued to me
Anytime lil flame pop out, bitch, I got a tool or three
Ain't 'een gotta cock it back, know we smokin' rocket pack
Gun down, tired of fuckin' tryna scam a bank, they givin' me one rounds
He done tapped in wit' a villain, pussy this a villain-boy
I done put attachments on ARP's, I'm havin' different toys
Pull out pape', adjust this shit
We got zaza in the bricks
Keeping all my fuckin' sticks
Lil boy, I can't sell you shit
(Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
Fuck (Nigga)
Shit
[Verse 1]
This a blammer, you get blammed tryna run down
Ugh, I got titties on a AR, this a hunnid round (Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
Lil gang want the kill, now you can't even escape
Spread racks on my arm, this shit on display
Fuck spread racks, new money, this shit I just made
Call the fuckin' playback, what they want? They get skipped anyway
Pussy nigga ran last week, we catch him any day
You pussy but you havin' pounds, lil' gang might run you down
Buddy got the zaza, where the strains, where the fuckin' pack?
Think you finna walk down on lil' Fast, better be on 'tack
I was in some real shit, I had to fuckin' think
Gang'nem know we pop the ATM's, and then we pour up drink
Think you finna try this shit? I'on know what lil' buddy think
Came in with racks, came in with drip, what the fuck you on?
I got hella plays, juggs on my phone
Run that shit, run yo' fuckin' sack, run yo' fuckin' load
Better get down wit' the fuckin' fye, or get out the road
I got fire for a pussy boy, pussy nigga know, we gon'–
(Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
[Verse 2]
Gang mix moonrocks, we on moonrocks
Buddy draw down wit' a big ass gun, run him out his socks
We can't lack inside the fuckin' dark, blickies already caught
If you see it 'bout your fuckin' business, drop the fuckin' dot
We gon' end smoke wit' mystery, when Fast poppin' out
I might put this shit on Fast, put this shit on me
Lil' bro said he's scared for his life, that's why he stay on beat
I can't go nowhere wit'out that glizzy, like it's glued to me
Anytime lil flame pop out, bitch, I got a tool or three
Ain't 'een gotta cock it back, know we smokin' rocket pack
Gun down, tired of fuckin' tryna scam a bank, they givin' me one rounds
He done tapped in wit' a villain, pussy this a villain-boy
I done put attachments on ARP's, I'm havin' different toys
Pull out pape', adjust this shit
We got zaza in the bricks
Keeping all my fuckin' sticks
Lil boy, I can't sell you shit
(Welcome to Clayton County, money, money on 'em–, bitch!)
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