Clap

Nuh nuh nuh, uh, uh
Nuh nuh nuh, uh, uh
Nuh nuh nuh, uh

A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here
It ain't a man alive, that I could really say that I fear
Working that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips
We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year

I been chose at first, couldn't see my path
Take one of mines, do one of your soldiers worse and unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in dirt, we act like we not tribe
Play with me I clap (clap clap clap)

Bulletproof truck and it's tinted up, bitch I remain intact
I done seen enough and did enough, that's why I'm laid back
My lil bros pop out with Gens, now the opps know they can't lack
Splash brothers they like twins, they went and caught the same hat
It's time to flame pack, .45th clap, he got his brain snatched
Free Trench Baby, we trench kids, bitch that's just how my gang act
Let me introduce you to my end, where we shoot Glocks and swang craps
I'd rather tell shit how it is, bitch I cannot debate facts (uh)

A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here
It ain't a man alive, that I could really say that I fear
Working that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips
We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year

I been chose at first, couldn't see my path
Take one of mines, do one of your soldiers worse and unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt, still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in dirt, we act like we not tribe
Play with me I clap (clap clap clap)

Play with me I clap, I ain't know I was chosen
I know a couple of opps, just aiming that whoof, he ain't gon' slide but trollin'
Hell yeah, I'll slide for foe'nem, you ain't do shit for the guys, you bogus
I heard you ain't put shit on none of they books, to none of them guys you posted
Got 33 in the stick for this .9 I'm totin', this for the side opposin'
When it come to that bag I'm on it, you can tell that I'm having motion
Off X my eyes was rollin', fighting back but I'm tryna focus
We'll close his eyes for loafin', I was tought murder my opponents
Dope and fentanyl, had the fiends hooked, now I just rap a chorus
Want respect, revenge we slidin' for it, pistol clap performing
All my lil woadies on bullshit, so ain't no trying Taurus
What you know 'bout losses, pain I took, and I just had to absorb it (uh)

A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangsters not here