Clutchin’ Dee Rogers (Ft. Boosie Badazz)

[Intro]
Big B on the track

[Verse 1: Dee Rogers]
I brought the .40 in this bitch so don't even look at me
A bitch ain't never took from me
And your big dog a bitch to me
Made one call, we clear the scene
I left the booth and sold a P
I used to jack a soldiery
Don't mask up, bitch gon' know it's me
It's my trap, don't bring a ho round me (Fuck your ho round here)

[Chorus: Dee Rogers]
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt)

[Verse 2: Dee Rogers]
Hold up, I up that fire on him
Told him I was gon' buy, but I lied to him (I lied)
He didn't see it comin', plus my partner right on side of him
I'm with my young hittas, thеy teenagers, it's like five of thеm
For Dee Rogers, they gon' die for him (They gon' slide for him)
Ho, ain't on no rap shit
I'm prayin' for my brother, he like to clap shit
Don't touch my dawg, you might get slapped bitch (Slap that ho)
On gang
I brought that ratchet with me
Still fuckin' with big O 'cause he was jackin' with me
Pistol-whip them, had to smack 'em with me
And we'll shoot this bitch up (On Blood)
And we'll shoot this bitch up (Ho)
And we'll shoot this bitch up, don't give a fuck
A nigga claimin' that he tough
I brought that pump, it fill him up (Fill that bitch up)