Текст песни
KTVU, Oakland, San Francisco. Police are certainly cracking down. Neighbors who live here are fed up with the Noise. They're tired of hearing this. So what's the appeal of an intentionally loud Exhaust system? 7:58 in the morning and shit. Man. Been in here since five, though. I'm in LA. I might just slide up to the Bay in Minute, though. Hit the road, you I'm talkin' 'bout? Just push that shit, know what I mean? Grapevine and shit. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy. My bass hittin' hard and My pockets on full. I got it out the streets, I ain't never Go to school. I play the rear view 'cause I know these niggas smirky. I keep it on my left like an iPhone 11. Old school niggas, but my Rollie twenty-two. Big Desert Eagle, hold it steady when I shoot. Gotta get this guap, I ain't playin', I ain't Bullshittin'. Smokin' on this chop, got a plan, So I'm movin' different. Yeah, my money long, Hella long like a pool stick. Leave that boy alone, he get cut with a Full clip. I just did a show, I'm in London, I got Drew with me. Carti wanna be every time, so you know it's Hittin'. And I'ma park this shit wherever the fuck I Wanna park it, nigga. Shh, niggas see how I'm comin'. Uh. Hand me that bottle water, please. Ah. Let me talk my motherfuckin' shit. Verse two, I'm dippin' up the block on Vogues. Got a fresh haircut, I'm 'bout to knock me A gold. 2023, it's a different kind of ho. They on the Instagram tryna come up on a Cold one. I came from the bottom, so this Rap shit is easy. Told 'em slide through, I'm at the Heezy. I push a hard line in this shit, I'm Not needy. You all in your feelings like a Beezy, it's cheesy. I been through a lot on this paper route. Now I'm cloud couch, rollin' up an ounce. Yeah, I smoke a lot, but this Rollie stop. And I barely rock it, I be indecisive. Contracts and shit. What the fuck? Expensive dope knobs and shit, nigga. Nigga came from the bottom, though, nigga. Nigga, hell yeah, I'ma talk my shit, nigga. Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Shh. Mama had me at fifteen, nigga, in the hood. Nigga, I ain't supposed to be here, nigga. Fuck it, nigga, pour me another one. Numbers. Ayy, ayy. Cart off. Night shift. Night shift. Night shift. Night shift. Uh, night shift
Larry June, Cardo — Clocked In
«Clocked In» — Larry June, Cardo. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:27. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
