clapped up versuri

clapped up lyrics by Seventhirtyatmorning

Intro
(Damn, uh)
(Aye)
(Uh-uh-uh)
I don’t feel anything
(Uh-uh-uh)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Shit-shit-shit, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Chorus
Yeah, switch on the Glock, can’t miss him
One 10-shot, pussy nigga tryna mess up
Steady Chrome Hearts Lens, I seem rich
Pouring it sideways, ask your bitch up
Don’t be sad lil’ ho, pick your lip up
Running them racks, make you feel better
Damn, I’m so icy, I just might skate, I’m gone
Yeah, I see none, appreciate the effort
RP gang, my diamond like the Death Star
When you got a problem, call me, like lеt’s start
When you got a problem, speak up, don’t fеss up
What it means to you, don’t speak, it ain’t impressive
He talk hot sauce like we won’t Ketchup
Tell pussy nigga: „Go ahead, get your racks up”
Tell pussy nigga: „If it’s smoke, then at us”
Tell pussy nigga: „Shut up and get clapped up”, uh

Verse
That go run-tun-tun
I’m one of the niggas that by they money
Trackhawk loud, it’s fun, it don’t crack, it’s like a hum, yeah
Niggas ain’t ‘bout shit, huh
Sit in they house, no, they don’t want it
They wanna don’t fool with you ‘cause you fool with us
Okay, I get it (I get it)
Take a bitch off the market after I wine and dine and hit
Shouldn’t have step over, okay, it’s true, it’s true
My opps feeling different, they don’t wanna fuck with you
She damn near a mini-me
We throw thousands at the strip, together we don’t need to show no ID
We fuck ho’s together, concave together, I’m happy as can be
I’m in shape, I’m better when I’m high and fresh off pouring up 4’s of lean
I’m in ?
I only compete with lil’ me
I’m on the belly, I’m off a Tesla, fried as fuck ?
We got Glockies on our hampers
I want peace, bitch, let me be
I don’t wanna talk, I just want sleep
I’m in the stars smoking a g
I can’t even fucking believe that you do me like you did
I’m not in so you could put that bullshit that you put on me, you bitch

Chorus
Yeah, switch on the Glock, can’t miss him
One 10-shot, pussy nigga tryna mess up
Steady Chrome Hearts Lens, I seem rich
Pouring it sideways, ask your bitch up
Don’t be sad lil’ ho, pick your lip up
Running them racks, make you feel better
Damn, I’m so icy, I just might skate, I’m gone
Yeah, I see none, appreciate the effort
RP gang, my diamond like the Death Star
When you got a problem, call me, like let’s start
When you got a problem, speak up, don’t fess up
What it means to you, don’t speak, it ain’t impressive
He talk hot sauce like we won’t Ketchup
Tell pussy nigga: „Go ahead, get your racks up”
Tell pussy nigga: „If it’s smoke, then at us”
Tell pussy nigga: „Shut up and get clapped up”, uh

Outro
(Clapped up, clapped up)