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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MondoeSix4
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeMans Beathea
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Delomixedthis
Producer
Lyrics
Clapp (Ayy, Delo, cut that shit up)
Pop out, bake shit, he got facelift (Pop out)
His life got took, we chased it
He dissed on the 'net and went famous (Now he famous)
Met up in traffic and caught one danglin' (Now he danglin')
We only honor our misses, we comin' to get you, like get right with you, shit dangerous
Pop me an opp, when I hit him, he fell to the ground, couldn't holler 'cause his shit was hangin'
They call me Clapp for a reason
Caught many opps, let off plenty shots, shit easy
Fell out of love with the switchy
Drac' shells eat up the body, still left the clip empty (Brrat)
Ain't no frenemies, kill every enemy
**** be dissin' me, thinkin' it's temptin' me
Buy all my bitches Chanel, fuck Tiffany
Gon' be chasin' a ghost if you think about killin' me
Face shot, 7.62 out the wood
Same night, spill blood, put him right in the 'Wood (Put him right in the 'Wood)
Chase down, bounce out the hot with a hood
Every time we get a lo', we'll bounce out throwin' (We'll hop out throwin')
Heartless, bronem thorough, but they ruthless
Won't say no names, it was who us shootin' (It was who us shootin')
Sparkin', so many shots out the roof
Between us and the opps, bet we ain't losin' (Nah, we ain't losin')
Pop me a Curry, can't sleep, got groovy
Thirty-round clip times three, that's a movie (That's a movie)
Clip after clip on they block, lil' bro stupid
Ran up a thirty, got slimed, he was useless
**** know how we get when it's time to go losin'
Claim the opps' shit, out on they block and confused (And confused)
And we drop shit, got all these Glocks, we gon' use 'em
Just lamp, sink shells, man, them lil' boys clueless (Man, them lil' boys clueless)
Pop out, bake shit, he got facelift
His life got took, we chased it
He dissed on the 'net and went famous (Now he famous)
Met up in traffic and caught one danglin' (Now we caught one danglin')
We only honor our misses, we comin' to get you, like get right with you, shit dangerous
Pop me an opp, when I hit him, he fell to the ground, couldn't holler 'cause his shit was hangin' ('Cause his shit was hangin')
Where is the opps? We ain't bump in a minute (Where they at?)
Get up close to make sure that he finished (Brrt)
Bro throw the Drac' and I'm comin' with thirty or more
Guaranteed we ain't leavin' a witness
Too many **** got caught in the sweeper
Don't feel us enough, so we back where they be
Ain't finna argue, come through, we gon' see
Swing the Drac' back and forth, get back ain't take a week
Go, dangerous, lil' boy should've knew to stop danglin'
Popped out, face shot, brain on the pavement
Lil' bro a bug, he spill blood on the daily (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Claimin' that block, better watch what you bangin'
Mention my name, give him death 'cause he wanna go famous
Got up so close, watched the chop leave him brainless
Glock 22, let it go where they hangin'
Nah, ayy, where is they at? (Where the fuck is they at?)
First off, we gon' spin through the doors, get it on, who next? (Come on)
But then we gon' come to the 9, but I know they ain't out, since a kid, they been duckin' the rec (No bap)
So now we gon' go to the M and I'm gettin' tired of lookin', I'm itchin' to catch me a hat (Where the fuck is they at?)
You know I'ma shoot out the jail, better know that I'm lurkin', my hunt, I'ma turn to the max (Skrrt)
I say, Chop had died, then Shun went next (No bap)
PJ died and JayJay checked (Come on)
Jaylen died, heard Lil Zay stretched (Let's go)
My opps, them deaths, can't duck from that (No bap)
Fuck Lil Ro goofy, not no threats (Fuckin' goofy)
Gon' drop that bag and get shit whacked (Brrt)
Free Baby Drac, that's double splat
Dick-ridin', gon' catch more shots for that, let's go
Pop out, bake shit, he got facelift (Pop out)
His life got took, we chased it
He dissed on the 'net and went famous (Now he famous)
Met up in traffic and caught one danglin' (Now he danglin')
We only honor our misses, we comin' to get you, like get right with you, shit dangerous
Pop me an opp, when I hit him, he fell to the ground, couldn't holler 'cause his shit was hangin' ('Cause his shit was hangin')
Written by: LeMans Beathea