Clap

Uh-na-na, uh, uh

Uh-na-na, uh, uh

Uh-na-na, uh

A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangster's not here

It ain't a man alive that I could really say that I fear

Workin' that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips

We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year?

I've been chose, at first couldn't see my path

Take one of mines, do one of your soldiers worse, 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 slayin' cracks

I'd rather tell shit how it is, bitch, I cannot debate facts (uh)

A couple real niggas died, a lot of gangster's not here

It ain't a man alive that I could really say that I fear

Workin' that graveyard shift, stuffing AR clips

We'll turn up, who gon' tell us that it ain't our year?

I've 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 aimin' at Wuff, 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, ain't 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', fightin' 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