Clap Me Up

(Damn, BT)

Uh

I got a .556 right here, get a fuck **** right, make him for his life

And she tryna spend the night

Think you buff or too tough in this ho, you get hit with a pipe (Bow, bow, bow)

Locked in so my soul secure

Can't spend the night, too many hoes in here (Too many hoes)

I'm with Baba, so many loads in here

I'm with Trap, it's so many poles in here (Too many poles)

Regular Sprite, put some Act' in that ho (Act' in that ho)

You the type of **** to give yo' last to a ho (Yo' last to a ho)

Tried to walk out the door and got clapped at the door (Clapped at the door)

G-19 with a blatt on that ho (With a blatt)

No bitch, I cannot brag on a ho (Brag on a ho)

She a slow bitch, I do the dash on a ho (Do the dash)

You green, you sent yo' stash to the ho (Yo' stash)

Don't care who you with, we'll clap up yo' ho (Clap at yo' ho)

I'm out in public, 'bout three-four guns, I'll clutch on a fan tryna snap me up (Tryna snap me up)

I told lil' bro his ass can't come around 'cause he don't got a gun, his ass lack too much (He lack too much)

I know some **** be hatin' and shit, gotta keep my gun, they'll clap me up (They'll clap me up)

I know some **** talk about me when I ain't 'round and see me, gon' dap me up (Gon' dap me up)

I got a .556 right here, get a fuck **** right, make him for his life

And she tryna spend the night

Think you buff or too tough in this ho, you get hit with a pipe (Get hit with a pipe)

Locked in so my soul secure

Can't spend the night, too many hoes in here (Too many hoes)

I'm with Baba, so many loads in here (So many loads)

I'm with Trap, it's so many poles in here (So many poles)

I'm out in public, 'bout three-four guns, I'll clutch on a fan tryna snap me up (Tryna snap ne up)

I told lil' bro his ass can't come around 'cause he don't got a gun, his ass lack too much (Ya lack too much)

I know some **** be hatin' on me, gotta keep my gun, they'll clap me up

I know some **** talk about me when I ain't round and see me, gon' dap me up (Let's go)

I'm with Fat 'nem, they tryna zip shit up

.762 hit 'em, can't stitch that up (Can't stitch that up)

Switch hit 'em, he cannot get back up

I shot my first ****, I was tryna stick shit up (Uh)

Switch hit 'em, he cannot sit back up

Don't trip, don't fall, don't stumble (Yeah, yeah)

KD in my wood, smokin' woods all Summer but I better not leave my thunder (Yeah)

He can do what he want on the road but he better not tap this bumper (Better not tap this bumper)

He tried to run and got hit in his top, now he live his life like a zombie (He livin' life like a zombie)