Clash

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah) I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha) Spark, we can get up with you (Nah) Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen (Brree, blick) Your ho, she suck my dick like she got lisp Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Hold up, had to make that bag (Ha) Hold up, I'm in my bag Had to make a pitstop to the cash (Yeah) These niggas playin' with me right now How you running, you comin' in last? Yeah, let that choppa go blast Leave that nigga up in the past (We love you, Tecca, yeah) [Verse] Leave that nigga up in the grass Choppa make him dance They like, "You grew up too fast" No, I had to get off my ass Run that pack, like dash Smoking on good exotic gas (Blick) Glock give the boy a rash Promise you don't wanna clash Been balling, feel like Nash I'ma hit me a lick like "Yeah" I'm hit on a ho like, yeah Make her say, "Yeah", (Yeah), yeah All-black, mysterious, yeah Lil' bro, you can't be serious (No) These lil' niggas delirious Hop in that whip and then kill a queer I didn't mean to hurt you, tears (Blick) Yeah, ha-ha-ha Tell that ho, "Bye-bye" Fuck her, then kick her out my house (Yeah) These fake ass niggas tryna reach out Lil' Faygo had to stop that simpin' and pimp it out (Brree-rree) Took the top off (Skrrt), I'm sending top back I still see that nigga flexin', tell that nigga stop that (Woah, woah) These lil' niggas, they simp (Ooh) Pussy boy, don't get killed by a pussy, that ain't even worth the kill She said "Faygo, you too real" And I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha) Yeah, I'ma get up with you Hop a nigga up, that lil' stick with you, yeah Lil' fat nigga, ain't no pitchin' Yeah, knock a nigga out the picture Tell me, who the fuck gon' miss you? Nigga, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues (Yeah)