Bustin' Clips
DedDreamer, Lil Abner, Hailen
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Let’s get ‘em started, my shit go retarded (Yo, 14, you got another one), I ain’t gon’ hurt you, so please do not start it They want me around, I be lit at the party, go with these ho’s on a date, I be tardy Gang eatin’ good, munchin’ on calamari, f*ck on yo’ bitch, and I’m not sayin’ sorry ‘Cause she a ho like the rest of these thotties, boy, don’t be testin’, I would catch a body Garbage, slash ‘em up, I shoot like Atari, I ain’t playing with these boys, I’m not Carti Smokin’ dank, that shit smell someone farted, O.M.G., yeah, them lyrics retarded Oh, no, please, please do not get me started, got yo’ keys, you ain’t leavin’ without ‘em Make you, please, sit yo’ ass on the bottom, you can see all this Fendi and Prada (Ayy) Sippin’ lean? That’s a joke, I don’t bother, workin’ hard? Got that shit from my father She blowin’ me, got that shit from her mama, we playin’ tag, how I’m chasin’ these commas I spend a bag, f*ck do you mean? Benny Honda, we drivin’ fast, f*ck you mean? In a Honda I’m livin’ fast, so I keep me a gunna, ayy, yeah, I keep me a gunna Ayy, ‘cause I’m never gon’ stop this shit, ‘cause you really gon’ pop my wrist Every time a pussy gonna step up, get the f*ck out my way, where you slipped up Ayy, ‘fore he slipped up, all of my homies They do it for real, don’t make me get up and get in that field, bitch (Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy), Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy) Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah), but we do not go for the kids (Nah) We only hustle for cash (Ching), we are not taking it back (F*ck outta here) Let it run up on the rack (Yeah), put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah) (Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy), Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy) Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah), but we do not go for the kids (Nah) We only hustle for cash (Ching), we are not taking it back (F*ck outta here) Let it run up on the rack (Yeah), put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah) Ayy, I’m bustin’ caps, bitch, Charlie, enough with the cap, uh Put ‘em up there on the stack, don’t start fuckin’ with me, bitch, I got plans Fuckin’ my bitch from the back, they go brazy, whew, pop them xans Woah, woah, I’m bustin’ clips, when I’m in the room, they up and dip You know that I’m chasin’ come commas, my homie’ll f*ck on yo’ baby mama I leave his shit faded, I’m causin’ some trauma, this just how it is, it ain’t no drama See how I spit? I ain’t a llama, she got attached, sleepin’ at my crib with pajamas Makin’ some milli’s like I’m Obama It ain’t no Billy like Def, no Futurama, keep fuckin’ wit’ me That’ll bring you some karma, growin’ my green like a farmer, Jaden explodin’ Like he Osama, go back four tracks, then start that drama Middle of the drip like The Bahamas, I’m shootin’, he ain’t got armor I’m boomin’ a bitch like a missile, I’m in the West, we grippin’ them pistols She blow like a whistle, am I toxic? Well, maybe a little F*ck it, I know I am, so bitch, just get in the middle You know you faux, bitch, I’m official, 14 cookin’ up He makin’ it sizzle, she ride like a bus, I call her Ms. Frizzle Explodin’ ‘em up, I’m yellin’ “con brio,” we can’t make time I ain’t DefNOTBio, he want some respect, but he don’t show manners Countin’ some racks, I buy me a manor Composin’ some shit, like I’m Richard Wagner, he can look for criteria I kidnap an opp, I ain’t from Nigeria, they all dirty the cup, it’s purp’, not bacteria When I say this shit, I’m serious, you is my son, bitch I am superior, I make ‘em see black and white, paintin’ they top red like Syria If you know the shit that you sayin’, then tell me the trivia If you can, then that’s good for you, no Olivia, I paint your top red again Like Bolivia, if you talkin’ shit over and over, nobody believin’ ya Don’t listen to bitches that talk shit, ‘cause they won’t believe in ya Don’t keep all of them posers around, ‘cause soon, they’ll be leavin’ ya (Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy), Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy) Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah!), but we do not go for the kids (Nah) We only hustle for cash (Ching), we are not taking it back (F*ck outta here) Let it run up on the rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah!), put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah!) (Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy), Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy) Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah!), but we do not go for the kids (Nah) We only hustle for cash (Ching), we are not taking it back (F*ck outta here) Let it run up on the rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah!), put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah, what?) Yo, 14, you got another one, yeah, let’s go On that Lil’ 14 shit, Lil’ 14 Get another one Yeah
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