ClaAsick

Lyrics

[Intro: Claas] Night thugs right? [Verse 1: Claas] And now it's on (On) I'm 'bout to show you niggas I'm the one that's gonna run You niggas draggin' like Diddy runnin' a marathon Reppin' the down South, niggas gonna find out That rather we don't talk about guns, we put 'em in they mouths (In they mouths) So what you talkin' 'bout, thinkin' I can't bring it raw? A lot of y'all are jockin' now, then turn around and talk shit tomorrow To all your friends and people, say Claas ain't seen the star Until you see me roll down your street, sittin' on '24s (Sittin' on '24s) And I don't need a chain hangin' by my fuckin' knuckle Just be in my way when I pull my guns and just go fuckin' nuts (Fuckin' nuts) I'm about to fuckin' buck and now these chickens fuckin' cluckin' You may think I'm bluffin' but my poker face will fuck you up [Chorus: Claas] Classic, when you see me in the street, that shit is drastic When I pull my heat, I'll make you sweat like fat kids 'Cause I will bust off these shots until my last clip This shit is classic, this shit is classic When you see me with my Glock, you know I'm blastin' And leave this bitch hotter than a matchstick And leave yo ass layin' in a casket And that's it [Verse 2: Claas] So here we go, a little drink up in my cup When the Hennessy's in my system, you know I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) So nigga, don't press your luck, we don't take it that easy This ain't New Orleans, it's Dallas, you will get stuck, believe me Y'all niggas shit is so cheesy, you're destroyin' the crowd And now I'll show you how it's done with a little bit of Claas Classic how I can switch and hit switches and then we go Slow motion in the Escalade to let you all know This ain't a game anymore, we got bullets to give you creases Dismissin' your friends, you're reachin', the keys are in the ignition We keep it real gutter when we go and get down And you'll be face-down in the gutter when your fuckin' ass is found Go where we can feel that tough, 'cause we know that you're not (Know that you're not) Go ahead and puff your chest hard, go ahead and pump some shots (Pump shots) So you wanna be a hypocrite and not show some respect Like a chess game, I'll go and putch your fuckin' ass in check (Bitch) [Chorus: Claas] Classic, when you see me in the street, that shit is drastic When I pull my heat, I'll make you sweat like fat kids 'Cause I will bust off these shots until my last clip This shit is classic, this shit is classic When you see me with my Glock, you know I'm blastin' And leave this bitch hotter than a matchstick And leave yo ass layin' in a casket And that's it [Verse 3: Claas] This is dipshit, I can do this any way I want People precede 'round the fair grounds, so now I gotta be blunt We don't see walkin' in-hand, never tell a bitch why A.T.X. is how we roll, so don't think you're gonna slide by Bitch, you just my guide, tie us and you'll see the end Of your cougar, shoot you know who and put your dumbass to bed Blade chops through you like knives, echoin' [tentatively?] goodbye And the damn pain will change from the moment that you saw me But the sky is fuckin' black and the South is comin' back Gonna put us on the map, so we can get rid of that baby batch And we're about the gangster ruthlessness and green And plus, you ain't about to take over the motherfuckin' street (Motherfuckin' street) [Chorus: Claas] Classic, when you see me in the street, that shit is drastic When I pull my heat, I'll make you sweat like fat kids 'Cause I will bust off these shots until my last clip This shit is classic, this shit is classic When you see me with my Glock, you know I'm blastin' And leave this bitch hotter than a matchstick And leave yo ass layin' in a casket And that's it