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Out The Clip (feat. GkidFBE)
by Deezy864
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You know lil Deezy got that shit Pull it from my waistband like to send it out the clip
See them boys act different, I ain't really with the cliques My twin he finna double up, just dropped down on some bricks
Remember I was broke, I mix that exo with the tris I won't even say shit, pull up dolo on a hit
Steppin on shit, its designer my shoe I said fuck class, I finessed in the school Sleep off the lean when I sleep, I'ma drool
Kill the whole cup, saw that shit it was full See he gon' trick he a junkie for coochie He bought that bitch like he casting a move
I mix the drug with that drank like a smoothy They watch what I do, so I gotta move smoothly
High as a bitch, boy, I'm smokin' on dunk He wanna die, pull the K from the trunk
I seen his girl, that bitch smell like a dump Get shot in your face for tryna act dumb
Ride with that chop, extra mag when we come He gon' get scared when we ask where he from
I bought a counter, I ain't used to my thumbs He bought a zip, he reachin' for crumbs
I hit the lick and swerve off in the truck Ain't with the drama just get to them bucks
I'ma just creep on scene with it tucked That boy don't do what he say, he ain't tough
Uh, uh, Gkid in this bitch, I'm booted If you run up on me stupid shots firing out that uzi
This that shit that got me lit, too This that shit that you could die to
Pop some percy , Molly, got her high move Bitch, I'm rushin' out that store, I got extended tool
This ain't no semi full toggle rapid-fire, dude
Tote them tracer rounds the type to go right through your engine
Hit him with that rocket power, that blue flame, but I ain't crippin
Touchin' on that work, it's fuck the feds, ain't goin' to prison
I could tie you up and hold your daughter for some ransom
Countin' bands, son, my glock ain't jammed, none
Hit you in your face, done, get there sendin shots
They landin' at your man, bun, they like gkid
Holdin' bricks, I'm holdin' on a ton
Seein' different colors, she done put some Molly on her tongue
Geeked lil hoe, she take the Percocet, just like some gum
You spend your money on them bullshit guns
Spend the money on them bullshit drums, clip jam, run
Try to tell him I was makin' fortune off the runts
Now, look, Gkid at the top, he smokin' Ten grams out the blunt
You know lil Deezy got that shit Pull it from my waistband like to send it out the clip
See them boys act different, I ain't really with the cliques My twin he finna double up, just dropped down on some bricks
Remember I was broke, I mix that exo with the tris I won't even say shit, pull up dolo on a hit
Steppin on shit, its designer my shoe I said fuck class, I finessed in the school Sleep off the lean when I sleep, I'ma drool
Kill the whole cup, saw that shit it was full See he gon' trick he a junkie for coochie He bought that bitch like he casting a move
I mix the drug with that drank like a smoothy They watch what I do, so I gotta move smoothly
High as a bitch, boy, I'm smokin' on dunk He wanna die, pull the K from the trunk
I seen his girl, that bitch smell like a dump Get shot in your face for tryna act dumb
Ride with that chop, extra mag when we come He gon' get scared when we ask where he from
I bought a counter, I ain't used to my thumbs He bought a zip, he reachin' for crumbs
I hit the lick and swerve off in the truck Ain't with the drama just get to them bucks
I'ma just creep on scene with it tucked That boy don't do what he say, he ain't tough
Uh, uh, Gkid in this bitch, I'm booted If you run up on me stupid shots firing out that uzi
This that shit that got me lit, too This that shit that you could die to
Pop some percy , Molly, got her high move Bitch, I'm rushin' out that store, I got extended tool
This ain't no semi full toggle rapid-fire, dude
Tote them tracer rounds the type to go right through your engine
Hit him with that rocket power, that blue flame, but I ain't crippin
Touchin' on that work, it's fuck the feds, ain't goin' to prison
I could tie you up and hold your daughter for some ransom
Countin' bands, son, my glock ain't jammed, none
Hit you in your face, done, get there sendin shots
They landin' at your man, bun, they like gkid
Holdin' bricks, I'm holdin' on a ton
Seein' different colors, she done put some Molly on her tongue
Geeked lil hoe, she take the Percocet, just like some gum
You spend your money on them bullshit guns
Spend the money on them bullshit drums, clip jam, run
Try to tell him I was makin' fortune off the runts
Now, look, Gkid at the top, he smokin' Ten grams out the blunt
