Clapped Up

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[Verse 1: TEC] Even when I'm in that escolade, I still don't lack Bitch I'm strapped up Pockets got some racks, tripple that when the pack touch [?] I be sticking like [?] Bitch called me a dog, but she always wanna [?] Stop running your mouth, run your racks up You pussy niggas full of flaws, and they act up I'm tryna run a nigga down, let that mac bust [?] bitch don't get caught up in that rap stuff Just me and [?] Came with a mac and black [?] [?] ain't no [?] Hit they block and wack whoever Disrespect, the chopper wet him [?] Him and his dawg got wacked together Stampeed from a pack of steppers [?] get a [?] clap [?] We just put up one more, check the score, tell him shut up I make that lil whore call me king like Karеtta All that ho know is cha ching, she was green when I met hеr [Chorus: TEC] Name a nigga that can do it better PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars Now I pop a [?] feel like [?] [?] my nigga now, fuck your plees, we ain't coppin none Bitch it go down anywhere, have a shootout in front of Papa Johns [?] [?] You [?] thuggin, you ain't even fucking in [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] I'll put that on my nigga then The robbers, the killers, the drivers, the sprinters We certified, we stoppin these niggas Boosie stuck in a deck, we gon block for these niggas Got the drop on a victom, and the big dawg sent him [?] money guns Somebody catch him, tell the whole fucking hood, I got a hundred for him It ain't no [?] Money [?] It ain't no coppin plees And we ain't gon miss him I'm a shark in the water, you can't fish me [?] so don't diss me Clapped up, how it end, rapped up [?] they top, now they can't rap nothing Ain't no [?] we bout business, we get it done The first clique steppin on shit at the [?] [?] 07 was done, we had plenty guns Big steppers like we in college [?] Boosie Badazz! [Chorus: TEC] Name a nigga that can do it better PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars Now I pop a [?] feel like [?] [?] my nigga now, fuck your plees, we ain't coppin none Bitch it go down anywhere, have a shootout in front of Papa Johns [?] [?] You [?] thuggin, you ain't even fucking in
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Credits
- Writers
- Boosie Badazz
- TEC