N7
Hella Clout
[Verse]
In the hood we call you Patrick 'cause you hide under them rocks
I'ma stick you when I see you, you be fuckin' with them opps
Do you like a kitchen floor, man your ass is gon' get mopped
Run these n***as out they pockets 'cause I do that shit for fun
If a n***a actin' silly have my dolphin drown his ass
I just ran off on the plug and I ain't never comin' back
Racks bustin' out my pants, OG smokin' out the pack
And her pussy like a xan, it make me want to take a nap
Ferragamo 'round my waist but I'm still [?] boxers
That's my name on the pint, bitch I got it from the doctors
I sip [?] like it's water, all my n***as gettin' dollars
Remember playin' cops and robbers, now I really hang with robbers
Fuck you sayin', I ain't woke, bitch I'm gettin' hella clout
I found out you talkin' shit, I told lil brodie move around
'Cause this ain't problems that you want, I got some shooters in the house
Don't come at me like you know me, bitch I'll punch you in your mouth
Say something stupid then my n***as going stupid
And it's stupid that I'm smoking, got a n***a feeling stupid
Got the peezy on the skeezy, I got cuties pushing cuties, got an uzi
Smoking bleezies, hella cheating, fuck your bitch, wait on the movie
Running trains on these hoes, we running trains on these hoes
I stay naked but I never go to sleep without my pole
Smoking wood inside of trees, the whole pack came in a boat
I'm a 700 goon and all my shooters stay on go
Never greedy when I got it, bust it down with my n***as
In the house more than Cory, pushin' pounds with my n***as
I ain't never killed before but I be really with those killers
If you beefin' with the clique then we'll get down with your n***as
They gon' shoot when I say shoot, I got my foot on n***as' necks
I really came up off them bundles, you can't run a background check
I heard you talking like you brave, you got anna on the chest
And we can take it to the turf 'cause I'm already pushing west
Hit a nitty if you snitchin', I ain't fuckin' one of tough
Push a bucket like a Nascar with the fetties on my toe
I got Benihana issues, I don't never take an L
I got bullets for your stomach, bitch we fuckin' up your health
I'm feelin' active, tryna bang, bitch I'm gone off them drugs
I swear my chain full thirty and I think I'm in love
I get to talkin' like a baby when I know they the fuzz
We ain't flashin' guns for fashion, bitch they ready to bust, G

[Outro]
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