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Clockin' Out
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I ain't been just today, just fuck all that (Goddamn, Rich)
Alright, okay, for real, for real, yeah, for real, dawg
Look, look, I say, uh
First nigga fall, he fucked
If you don't bail out right now and we pull on they block
These niggas gon' see my truck
Niggas keep postin' on Facebook
Sendin' him prayers and postin' his people up
Fuck your son, I commented on her status
And said he ain't get back up
Bitch, money on my head, I still ain't dead, I still ain't tip my truck
I clapped your ass on one of my favorite Glocks
I ain't never come get this up
She love that nigga, she prayin' for him, we finna come lift him up
Soon as he die, I'm makin' my homie them fuckin'
Tell him go build her up
She fuckin' that nigga like I don't even know
That shit just killed my trust
I heard that shit and laughed, if I was high
I wouldn't even gave no fuck
When niggas go broke, they favorite line
"Ayy, bro, I'm savin' up"
I done got rich in a year, he still ain't rich
Shit, I woulda gave it up
Look, I woulda gave it up
The police asked you questions, you told the truth
Shit, I woulda made it up
I ran it down the court, passed it to my mans
Boy, you woulda laid it up
Shun ain't got no dick for none of you hoes
My lil' bitch ate it up
Yeah, my lil' bitch ate it down
It's 80 degrees outside
They said they post it, grr, 80 rounds
One of my opps tryna rap, I ain't even no hater
I really just hate his sound
And you don't gotta pass the letter, I'm already up
I don't need no favors, clown
I'm ridin' through that right now
Just like a mattress, I'm 'bout to lay it down
I run in that bitch myself and tied him up
And told him don't make a sound
My opps so slow, they don't even got no feet
Or can't even pronounce a noun
Like a CEO, we finna shake it down
Back then you loved me but hate me now
I'm in a straight A Jeep, it'll shake the ground
All that yellin', lil nigga better calm it down
It's always niggas who never did shit
Tellin' the nigga you better go ask'em
I know your hoe caught, I'm finna flag it down
They tryna smoke, so I'm finna grab a pound
I walk at stores and they tryna tax me down
No LOL's, I ain't laugh out loud
I'm outta rollin', I got a bowl and I got some poles
And we goin' to Roland-Land
It's so cold, a nigga got bold
I'm doin' these shows, I'm jumpin' in all of 'em
It's been so long, my nigga got ten
And he doing time but he finna walk it down
My bitch so deep inside of her bag
I still like to spoil her 'cause she like to boss around
I'm flyin' my bitch so fly in the air
That she could've lost her crown
I'm hittin' your hoe in the head
I'm foldin' her legs, look how she get tossed around
I been said whatever I said
Them niggas be scared, that's why they don't come around
My career, my shit better off the ground
He was walkin', that nigga ain't talkin' now
Nigga lost his top
And I went to find this shit up there at the lost and found
Got a hundred peas, you gon' get you two for three
If you make a offer now
She was textin' me talkin' 'bout she gon' eat this dick
Bitch, you actin' awkward now
I was workin', but that shit really ain't payin' off
So now I'm clockin' out
Fuck it, he tackin' out
Out of this crib, we stakin' out
Shots at his head
Scary ass niggas be duckin', I'm tryna take 'em out
You lovin' that ho, she none
Your right hand man, she tryna suck 'em
All on my dick, I won't even fuck
Free all the killers who ain't say nothin'
I won't ever tell and won't say shit
It look like we up and dyin' rich
Tellin' me really I died for shit
Tellin' me really had died snitch
Riding with fours, slide down this block and dome 'em
We hit his iron nose
Callin' it pressure
Nigga had death from pressure
I know that shit hurt the most
I'm riding with mine, it's never a issue
You blowin' your gun, I'm blowin' it with you
Out on parole, I still wanna hit'em
Shit don't stop, might catch up with you
I'm riding this bitch and I'm riding it fast
Prayin' to God that I'll never appreciate it
When your bitch wanna fuck, she hearin' you last
Out on the block, she hang with gang
When I came in this bitch, I came with gang
We came in this bitch, we came with aim
In society, what you gon' be like?
Old dog, boy, you gon' die like Kane
I'm sayin' this shit get ugly
Took shots, I'm sayin' I'm lucky
I'm knowin' they sayin' it's fuck me
Them niggas a toad but never a touchy
I'm knowin' they sayin' it's nothin'
I'll fuck 'em and buy 'em a song
Listen to me, how you ain't givin'
A fund but you out here givin' a D
Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga, you really tryna be
Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga
I'm tryna hurt me a nigga