Clutch

The patriarch in this motherfucker. Coronado. Woo. From the burbs to the hood, all the killers Say I'm good. I just wish a nigga would, And y'all niggas wish y'all could. I'm not a nigga, but don't touch it. Raised by gangsters, I be thuggin'. It get dangerous 'round me, dummy. Touch a hair on my head, they comin'. Say it's money on the floor, we gon' sweep, Mop, and dust it. Young nigga copped the AMG In Maybach like it's nothin'. I walk through the garden steppin', my shit cost Two onions. Your bitch the dick so good, I told her that I love her. A, B, and the S and E, you know That equal money. Bottom drop the bull tribe where That pinky and that thumb is. This a gangster party, ain't no member, you can't Come in. If I say it, then I mean It, or I seen it, or I done it. All my niggas mobbin', we be movin' like the Russians. We hit every club, no security, We be clutchin'. I walk to the restroom by Myself like it's nothin'. If you hear that bow, bow, bow, that's me Bussin'. Nigga, touch this chain for your life, It ain't no tusslin'. tellin' niggas what's the Price, no discussions. I'm a city boy at heart and your bitch Love it. Thot poppin', pistol poppin', CEOs meetin' Boogie. says beef 'til that nigga drop the addy. Quick to put a switch on a nigga like His daddy. We can do whatever, punk just don't At me. Never get caught lackin' know my whole Gang gon' back me. Everybody talkin' like they Really out here steppin'. We don't need security, I got it here with My weapon. Know I got a bag big enough To wipe your section. You ain't strong as me, I'm a big dog, no flexin'. Might fuck up your sight, gon' be one hell Of a night. Nah, you ain't reppin' it right. I get to steppin' the night. Maybach permanent white. Way up, minus the flight. Might fuck up the light. Internet got 'em too Hype. Niggas out here fakin' what they tryna be. I bet I know when you cappin', ain't no Lyin' to me. I been with all that gangster Shit you tryna see. It ain't no hundred grand on that watch, it Ain't no time for me. Nigga, I'm out the Mud, you would think I play in the ditch. I tell 'em light it up and I promise They hit the switch. Now everybody watchin' me Feelin' like I was rich. I'm married to the streets, you can tell them I got the bitch. It ain't no knockin'. It ain't no stoppin' neither. You won't be blockin'. It ain't no option either. Play like the winner, I keep a heater. I jump out any day throwin' somethin' with no Receiver. From the ghetto to the hood, All these niggas know I'm him. All these diamonds on my neck, that go to Workin' out, no gym. I did it the harder Way, it ain't talkin' 'bout ten. Still I ball like I'm up for the rim. Birdie.