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Fredo Bang - Clock Out (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jarrian Thompson
Jarrian Thompson
Songwriter
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Playboy XO
Playboy XO
Producer
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Made another hundred grand And I spend ten on some drinks (on some dracs) I can't count on both hands How many got threw up in that lake (bang, bang, bang) The bag I put up on his head I could've went and buy some stocks (ah, ah, ah) He went and dissed me on the Gramma I wasn't suprised when he got shot (bitch) Can't send a bitch to line me up 'Cause ain't no bitch out there I trust (out there I trust) My partner shot him b'fore the greenlight He just tried out for the bucks Every day I pray to God He separate me from the fake Yeah first I take the queen and jam the king, checkmate You know we pop off (ooh) Grab the sticks and then we slide, when the opps out (yeah, yeah) Tinted windows, we ain't trippin' when the cops out (vroom, vroom) Heard he got caught licking woman 'cause he opped out (ugh) Everytime a nigga die we call it clock out (facts) Grab the sticks and then we slide, when the opps out (yeah, yeah) Tinted windows, we ain't trippin' when the cops out (vroom, vroom) Heard he got caught licking woman 'cause he opped out (ugh) Everytime a nigga die we call it clock out (facts) Oh, 'cause I thought a nigga who couldn't walk Had said somethin' (boom, boom, boom) I wrap that flag around my glock You know a red rhum Don't play with me play with your kids 'Cause I'm gon' hurt somethin' (bang) Thought it was a game 'til he was askin' When the nurse coming We do pull ups like Scottie Pippen, who really with it? (yeah, yeah) Posted with them grils, who the fuck you think you'd take them? They be claiming that they leave 'em But keep thirty niggas with 'em (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Every picture got a stick But they ain't doin' nothin' with 'em (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) You know we pop off (ooh) Grab the sticks and then we slide, when the opps out (yeah, yeah) Tinted windows, we ain't trippin' when the cops out (vroom, vroom) Heard he got caught licking woman 'cause he opped out (ugh) Everytime a nigga die we call it clock out (facts) Grab the sticks and then we slide, when the opps out (yeah, yeah) Tinted windows, we ain't trippin' when the cops out (vroom, vroom) Heard he got caught licking woman 'cause he opped out (ugh) Everytime a nigga die we call it clock out
Writer(s): Jarrian Thompson, Lukas Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Sterling Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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