clifford

Lyrics

[Intro] Chea, Chea, Chea Chea [Chorus] Tryna run up on smoke, we gon' face his ass, gang Choppa got led we gon', erase his ass He gon' step on who?, we gon' lace his ass What? We walk down on feet, choppa trace his ass Chea, we got cutta, for a sneak disser That nigga died, now he a [?] Got a pole on me, I'm the Derek Fisher I fuck her once, bitch I don't miss her Pull the chop out like a damn wizard These bullets fall like a damn blizzard It's a good day pack done delivered Got a dog on me, just like Clifford [Verse] I like guns, bitch I like to shoot shit up Gang, I like percs, 'cause that 'lil shit boot me up In a fast car, these niggas can't keep up Chea, Police pulled me over off the lean, I'm stuck Aye, fuck 12, man they on my dick bad Chea, I walked out of Dover with a big bag Chea, Big grabba nigga, not no zig-zag Chea, Glock got extensions push yo wig back Chea I like money counter, ain't no time for thumbing Gang, push this shit back, bitch we not plumbing I need 2 racks for the show, or I'm not coming Momma said give this shit some time, I'm gon' be stunting Chea, I'mma hop out and see if I still got it Yuh, I think that's the car, go follow that Audi Fucking model bitches with a fake body Glock in the box, I call that shit Roddy And I love my shotgun, yeah I love my shotty Gang, he got shot in his stomach, now he can't potty And I got Whitney, I'mma serve my uncle Bobby You could get up with me if you feeling froggy [Chorus] Tryna run up on smoke, we gon' face his ass, gang Choppa got led we gon', erase his ass He gon' step on who?, we gon' lace his ass What? We walk down on feet, choppa trace his ass Chea, we got cutta, for a sneak disser That nigga died, now he a [?] Got a pole on me, I'm the Derek Fisher I fuck her once, bitch I don't miss her Pull the chop out like a damn wizard These bullets fall like a damn blizzard It's a good day pack done delivered Got a dog on me, just like Clifford