Crystal Clear

Lyrics

[Intro] Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear 7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square 8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer On my way to my other crib, I just hit a deer Pistol in my hand while I'm rapping, shoot the engineer [Verse 1] Aye, let's get this shit crackin' 20 people pulled up to the trap, man this bitch slappin' 21 shots in the Glock, man this bitch Savage Tried to moonwalk on the work, I done tripped backwards I don't fuck with Qualitest cuz the shit nasty Drinkin' red with my pinky out, takin' sips classy Fou-five with breathing holes, this bitch got asthma 30 shots, leave you with more holes than a Ritz cracker Pop a nigga in the store, right by the chip baggies I ain't sellin' nicks and dimes, I need a big baggie Made a 20 at the crib, I'm in here relaxin' I ain't have to sell a piece of dope, I'm in this bitch rappin' Shot a nigga in his head and pushed the shit backwards My nigga pulled up with some qually and I bitch slapped him I'm still bout to drink this shit, but I'm unhappy I'm still walkin' through the dope house, in these big bastards Paid a ransom for your son, we just kidnapped em' I tried to calm Ghosts down, he took six addys I just bust a book open, I'm on the fifth chapter Pop a nigga 'fore I get the money, I hit licks backwards [Hook] Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear 7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square 8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer On my way to my otha' crib, I just hit a deer Pistol in my hand while I'm rapping, shoot the engineer [Verse 2] Pop a nigga watch him bleed, he need a tampon Shoot his ass from cross the street, I got the flash on When I'm out of town swiping cards, my name Antwan Man y'all niggas full of cap, put a hat on Nigga pulled up in the RT, with the stamp on it Forgiato's on the Hellcat, I took a crap on 'em [Beat pauses] Just nodded off on the beat, I took a nap on it Thousand dollars cash, he want Ri to put his stamp on it Beat a nigga ass, tie him up then put all blacks on him Handicap flow man my Porsche gone need a ramp on it Producer ain't mix the song right, I pulled the strap on him [Outro] Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear