CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Clutching
My nigga Tony talking that jugg shit
Yung Rel I'm in this motherf*cka' nigga
(DJ Yung Rel hoe)
All yall niggas wearing that fake jewelry
Ain't tryna wait your turn
Burnt ass lil nigga
I got a my fire on me right now
(Hoodrich bitch)
You don't do it like this nigga
A nigga get lit we gon' burn this bitch down
We're gon' show em' how to do it
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
(Major out here f*ck nigga)
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
I'm in the VIP and I snuck in my Glock
Plotting on me the best way to get shot
You act like my son but you finna get popped
Everybody with me got a handgun
Sharp like a razor, we flip that boy, call it the Samsung
We out the window and serving them chickens
My shooter precise, he gon' hit from a distance
Clutching, tryna beat the odds but that nigga ain't come out so lucky
[10cellphones]
I'm clutching, this Glock real hot don't touch it
f*ck nigga want smoke, Imma buss' him
4-5 hollow tips got him gushin'
Big Drac' make him dance like Usher
It's up, it's nothing
You ain't safe in your hood, I'm coming
He was talking that shit, now he running
ARP and that bitch hold a hunnid'
Headshot then we wet up his stomach
Green tips got him sick, make him vomit
He ain't dead man, I think he a zombie
Lil bro got a old ass tommy
Goddamn, In the A with my hitters
Man all of my shooters retarded
If you don't want a war then don't start shit
I got a my fire on me right now
A nigga get lit we gon' burn this bitch down
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
I'm in the VIP and I snuck in my Glock
Plotting on me the best way to get shot
You act like my son but you finna get popped
Everybody with me got a handgun
Sharp like a razor, we flip that boy, call it the Samsung
We out the window and serving them chickens
My shooter precise, he gon' hit from a distance
Clutching, tryna beat the odds but that nigga ain't come out so lucky
Ain't tryna link with none of yall rap nigga
We don't wanna link with none of you Instagram hoes
We ain't tryna link with none of yall fake ass drug dealers
Yall fake pimps
Like nigga, we really know what the real is
We in the streets, we really see em' doing what they doing nigga
Ain't talking bout' what they talking bout'
Nigga you ain't doing what you doing
Get the f*ck from around, this that fake kicking nigga
Weak ass dick sucking nigga
Get the f*ck outta here with that bullshit nigga
It's us nigga, f*ck yall nigga
(DJ Yung Rel hoe)
Yung Rel I'm in this motherf*cka' nigga
(DJ Yung Rel hoe)
All yall niggas wearing that fake jewelry
Ain't tryna wait your turn
Burnt ass lil nigga
I got a my fire on me right now
(Hoodrich bitch)
You don't do it like this nigga
A nigga get lit we gon' burn this bitch down
We're gon' show em' how to do it
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
(Major out here f*ck nigga)
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
I'm in the VIP and I snuck in my Glock
Plotting on me the best way to get shot
You act like my son but you finna get popped
Everybody with me got a handgun
Sharp like a razor, we flip that boy, call it the Samsung
We out the window and serving them chickens
My shooter precise, he gon' hit from a distance
Clutching, tryna beat the odds but that nigga ain't come out so lucky
[10cellphones]
I'm clutching, this Glock real hot don't touch it
f*ck nigga want smoke, Imma buss' him
4-5 hollow tips got him gushin'
Big Drac' make him dance like Usher
It's up, it's nothing
You ain't safe in your hood, I'm coming
He was talking that shit, now he running
ARP and that bitch hold a hunnid'
Headshot then we wet up his stomach
Green tips got him sick, make him vomit
He ain't dead man, I think he a zombie
Lil bro got a old ass tommy
Goddamn, In the A with my hitters
Man all of my shooters retarded
If you don't want a war then don't start shit
I got a my fire on me right now
A nigga get lit we gon' burn this bitch down
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
Clutching, clutching, clutching, clutching
I'm in the VIP and I snuck in my Glock
Plotting on me the best way to get shot
You act like my son but you finna get popped
Everybody with me got a handgun
Sharp like a razor, we flip that boy, call it the Samsung
We out the window and serving them chickens
My shooter precise, he gon' hit from a distance
Clutching, tryna beat the odds but that nigga ain't come out so lucky
Ain't tryna link with none of yall rap nigga
We don't wanna link with none of you Instagram hoes
We ain't tryna link with none of yall fake ass drug dealers
Yall fake pimps
Like nigga, we really know what the real is
We in the streets, we really see em' doing what they doing nigga
Ain't talking bout' what they talking bout'
Nigga you ain't doing what you doing
Get the f*ck from around, this that fake kicking nigga
Weak ass dick sucking nigga
Get the f*ck outta here with that bullshit nigga
It's us nigga, f*ck yall nigga
(DJ Yung Rel hoe)
