Clock In

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, RJ) [Chorus] Bitch, clock in, you gotta punch Bitch, it's time to work, not time to fuck Bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey I'm radio played, I don't give no fuck, ayy 'Cause, bitch, I've been scammin' all month Bitch, I've been trappin' all month, ayy You gon' have to rob me, I ain't gon' tuck, nigga Bitch, I'm in your city with my ice on, you ain't gon' touch nothin' [Verse 1] Nigga, I've been buyin' guns all month, ayy I've been buyin' drums all month, hey Play it cool, I can't play the fool Nigga, play with tools, you could make the news Woo, play with blues, I done stuffed a few Catch a few shells tryna tuck some loot See a pussy nigga, smack a pussy nigga All that woofin' 'bout your bodies, never shook me, nigga, ayy Cheesecake, send it through the wire, call me Weed Bae I done swiped in Rogers, ayy, mix za and Green Bay Hold up, nigga, you so hot, I never frozed up Seen a hundred 'bows, a couple Ricks and never told nothin' Oh, you nothin', if you wasn't jealous, I could show you somethin' Bitch, I'm a ghetto superstar, your bitch gon' show me somethin' Fast break, when I pull up, they got the mad face The cash way, never really know who want my bag made [Chorus] Bitch, clock in, you gotta punch Bitch, it's time to work, not time to fuck Bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey I'm radio played, I don't give no fuck, ayy 'Cause, bitch, I've been scammin' all month Bitch, I've been trappin' all month, ayy You gon' have to rob me, I ain't gon' tuck, nigga Bitch, I'm in your city with my ice on, you ain't gon' touch nothin' [Verse 2] Do my thing on the highway, check my resume Clip long as the driveway, ayy, come make my day I'ma do this my way, ain't no other way Pull up, niggas slidin' doors and do the rockaway And it's still fuck everybody, ain't no passes And every nigga with a fuckin' strap ain't no savage Man, these niggas dick hoppers, all rabbits Man, the street niggas turnin' all faggots Ayy, these niggas hoes, they can't help it Y'all them niggas gettin' ate, we the ones belchin' One false move, I'ma melt 'em And if they wearin' all they ice, then we let 'em [Interlude] And if they wearin' all they ice, then we let 'em (RJ Lamont got these motherfuckin' streets talkin') [Chorus] Bitch, clock in, you gotta punch Bitch, it's time to work, not time to fuck Bust a rubber band and bust a nut, hey I'm radio played, I don't give no fuck, ayy 'Cause, bitch, I've been scammin' all month Bitch, I've been trappin' all month, ayy You gon' have to rob me, I ain't gon' tuck, nigga Bitch, I'm in your city with my ice on, you ain't gon' touch nothin' Nigga, I've been buyin' guns all month, ayy Guns all month, ayy I've been buyin' drums all month, hey Drums all month, hey (RJ Lamont)