Clockin' Out

I ain't been just today, just fuck all that (Goddamn, Rich)

Alright, okay, for real, for real, yeah, for real, dawg

Look, look, I say, uh

First **** fall, he fucked

If you don't bail out right now and we pull on they block

These **** gon' see my truck

**** keep postin' on Facebook

Sendin' him prayers and postin' his people up

Fuck your son, I commented on her status

And said he ain't get back up

Bitch, money on my head, I still ain't dead, I still ain't tip my truck

I clapped your ass on one of my favorite Glocks

I ain't never come get this up

She love that ****, she prayin' for him, we finna come lift him up

Soon as he die, I'm makin' my homie them fuckin'

Tell him go build her up

She fuckin' that **** like I don't even know

That shit just killed my trust

I heard that shit and laughed, if I was high

I wouldn't even gave no fuck

When **** go broke, they favorite line

"Ayy, bro, I'm savin' up"

I done got rich in a year, he still ain't rich

Shit, I woulda gave it up

Look, I woulda gave it up

The police asked you questions, you told the truth

Shit, I woulda made it up

I ran it down the court, passed it to my mans

Boy, you woulda laid it up

Shun ain't got no dick for none of you hoes

My lil' bitch ate it up

Yeah, my lil' bitch ate it down

It's 80 degrees outside

They said they post it, grr, 80 rounds

One of my opps tryna rap, I ain't even no hater

I really just hate his sound

And you don't gotta pass the letter, I'm already up

I don't need no favors, clown

I'm ridin' through that right now

Just like a mattress, I'm 'bout to lay it down

I run in that bitch myself and tied him up

And told him don't make a sound

My opps so slow, they don't even got no feet

Or can't even pronounce a noun

Like a CEO, we finna shake it down

Back then you loved me but hate me now

I'm in a straight A Jeep, it'll shake the ground

All that yellin', lil **** better calm it down

It's always **** who never did shit

Tellin' the **** you better go ask'em

I know your hoe caught, I'm finna flag it down

They tryna smoke, so I'm finna grab a pound

I walk at stores and they tryna tax me down

No LOL's, I ain't laugh out loud

I'm outta rollin', I got a bowl and I got some poles

And we goin' to Roland-Land

It's so cold, a **** got bold

I'm doin' these shows, I'm jumpin' in all of 'em

It's been so long, my **** got ten

And he doing time but he finna walk it down

My bitch so deep inside of her bag

I still like to spoil her 'cause she like to boss around

I'm flyin' my bitch so fly in the air

That she could've lost her crown

I'm hittin' your hoe in the head

I'm foldin' her legs, look how she get tossed around

I been said whatever I said

Them **** be scared, that's why they don't come around

My career, my shit better off the ground

He was walkin', that **** ain't talkin' now

**** lost his top

And I went to find this shit up there at the lost and found

Got a hundred peas, you gon' get you two for three

If you make a offer now

She was textin' me talkin' 'bout she gon' eat this dick

Bitch, you actin' awkward now

I was workin', but that shit really ain't payin' off

So now I'm clockin' out

Fuck it, he tackin' out

Out of this crib, we stakin' out

Shots at his head

Scary ass **** be duckin', I'm tryna take 'em out

You lovin' that ho, she none

Your right hand man, she tryna suck 'em

All on my dick, I won't even fuck

Free all the killers who ain't say nothin'

I won't ever tell and won't say shit

It look like we up and dyin' rich

Tellin' me really I died for shit

Tellin' me really had died snitch

Riding with fours, slide down this block and dome 'em

We hit his iron nose

Callin' it pressure

**** had death from pressure

I know that shit hurt the most

I'm riding with mine, it's never a issue

You blowin' your gun, I'm blowin' it with you

Out on parole, I still wanna hit'em

Shit don't stop, might catch up with you

I'm riding this bitch and I'm riding it fast

Prayin' to God that I'll never appreciate it

When your bitch wanna fuck, she hearin' you last

Out on the block, she hang with gang

When I came in this bitch, I came with gang

We came in this bitch, we came with aim

In society, what you gon' be like?

Old dog, boy, you gon' die like Kane

I'm sayin' this shit get ugly

Took shots, I'm sayin' I'm lucky

I'm knowin' they sayin' it's fuck me

Them **** a toad but never a touchy

I'm knowin' they sayin' it's nothin'

I'll fuck 'em and buy 'em a song

Listen to me, how you ain't givin'

A fund but you out here givin' a D

Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a ****, you really tryna be

Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a ****

I'm tryna hurt me a ****