Clutchin

Why you clutchin
Aye Y you clutchin
They say everybody clutchin
Bra he ain’t doing nun
Keep on on doing all that fussin
Cause dats the end of discussion
He move wrong Johnny flush em
I’m talm bout

!K Johnny
Come and sweep him with his broom
I be on some chill shit n!gg@s got me in my mode
I don’t pop no pills I get high off weed stupid bitch (aye)
I was tryna hit the hoe and scratch her off my list
But she play games

So he had to merge over and change
Lanes
Two twin Glocks poody max
Payne hit it
Somebody end up dead they gone try To
Say I did it
Don’t never speak up on it just knoe
I won’t forget it
Put the hood all on my bacc like my jacket
Came wit a engine
I walk round wit them racks my pockets fat they say I’m skinny
And all my jeans be fitted get them racks and
Stuff it in it
Jumped off the porch and landed in the streets
Now he committed

1K Johnny
I’m commited to the quap
I’m commited to the cheese
I’m tryna rob another plug and come up on some P’s
I’m talk bout dem zookies n!gg@ yeah dem cookies n!gg@
I got 32 shots for a fu*k!n pussy n!gg@
She like what’s that on your head
That’s my dreads baby
Ask the hoe what’s on her mind
I need some head baby
Get down on your knees and su*ck dis dick
Don’t be scared baby
If I go to jail with this stick
I might go fed baby

2nd verse

Ain't got no rap for you n***as ain’t no rap for you hoes
Point any direction now my shooters on
A stroll
He hardbody won't never bend or ever
Fold
Can't leave the streets cause he still got one foot stuck in the road
One foot stucc in the road his head upon the
Swivel
The way I was brought up I was taught never
Fear a Niggga
Go head and try ya luck he pussy how ya
Figure
My po on my ass but they don’t see the bigger
Picture
But I’m

Still clutching on This big glocc
They think that I’m pussy cause my song
Blew all up on TikTok
Still in the streets don’t shit stop
I’m dirty Dan wit this forty but this draco
Love to kick box

Wassup wit all these n***as and this undercover beef
Catch em out in public like in court he
Coppin pleas
He don’t really want no smoke refrigerator
He gone freeze
They be flagging for the gram I rather leave it in the streets

His head hot they got em mad nie
I’m finna turn it up a notch yeah
They Don’t turned me to a bad guy
No ion shopping he a tag nie
I swear if I wasn’t in da mall wit all my dawgs
I would’ve blagged out