"Rap N Clap" lyrics
Grrt, come here
You know that
Brrt, come here
Brrt, brrt, come here, come here
Rap and clap, that's the type of shit I like (I like this shit)
Slimy dude, he thought that we was blood, I got down for his pipe (Down for his pipe)
I'm in my bitch, got foenem tryna slide, finna turn into a strike (Skrrt)
Not tryna troll, but tell the opps get back, one died up on his bike (Get back, get back)
We on the block with switches in them Glocks, we strapped up like a dyke (Grrt)
Thirsty for drugs, we bounced out, mask and gloves, he died just like a hype (Come here, come here)
Gon' up my blick, I told him I don't fight, scratch off if we see lights (Skrrt)
We did a hit right there on South Shore Drive, next day, I took a flight (Grrah)
I know who opp that went out sad, thought he was tough, died with his brother gun (Died with his brother gun)
Lately, I had ARP, I miss my Glock with drum (Grrah)
We been spankin' shit all year, finna go on another run (Another run)
He be kissin' on that bitch, my dick was on her tongue (Was on her tongue)
We catch him, we leave him done (We leave him), the opps really my sons (My sons)
Bitches say I'm friendly, hoes be candy, I'm just havin' fun (I'm just havin'-)
Last opp we caught, bounced out and clapped him (Grr), a new opp finna be in my lung (Come here, come here)
Was talkin' shit, that same day, bounced out and left him lookin' dumb (Grrah)
Brrt, left his goofy ass lookin' dumb, dumbass
Brrt, come here
You know how the fuck we comin', we bouncin' out on shit, don't run
Come here, come here, come here, come here
Rap and clap, that's the type of shit I like (I like this shit)
Slimy dude, he thought that we was blood, I got down for his pipe (Down for his pipe)
I'm in my bitch, got foenem tryna slide, finna turn into a strike (Skrrt)
Not tryna troll, but tell the opps get back, one died up on his bike (Get back, get back)
We on the block with switches in them Glocks, we strapped up like a dyke (Grr)
Thirsty for drugs, we bounced out, mask and gloves, he died just like a hype (Come here, come here)
Gon' up my blick, I told him I don't fight, scratch off if we see lights (Skrrt)
We did a hit right there on South Shore Drive, next day, I took a flight (Grrah)
You know that
Brrt, come here
Brrt, brrt, come here, come here
Rap and clap, that's the type of shit I like (I like this shit)
Slimy dude, he thought that we was blood, I got down for his pipe (Down for his pipe)
I'm in my bitch, got foenem tryna slide, finna turn into a strike (Skrrt)
Not tryna troll, but tell the opps get back, one died up on his bike (Get back, get back)
We on the block with switches in them Glocks, we strapped up like a dyke (Grrt)
Thirsty for drugs, we bounced out, mask and gloves, he died just like a hype (Come here, come here)
Gon' up my blick, I told him I don't fight, scratch off if we see lights (Skrrt)
We did a hit right there on South Shore Drive, next day, I took a flight (Grrah)
I know who opp that went out sad, thought he was tough, died with his brother gun (Died with his brother gun)
Lately, I had ARP, I miss my Glock with drum (Grrah)
We been spankin' shit all year, finna go on another run (Another run)
He be kissin' on that bitch, my dick was on her tongue (Was on her tongue)
We catch him, we leave him done (We leave him), the opps really my sons (My sons)
Bitches say I'm friendly, hoes be candy, I'm just havin' fun (I'm just havin'-)
Last opp we caught, bounced out and clapped him (Grr), a new opp finna be in my lung (Come here, come here)
Was talkin' shit, that same day, bounced out and left him lookin' dumb (Grrah)
Brrt, left his goofy ass lookin' dumb, dumbass
Brrt, come here
You know how the fuck we comin', we bouncin' out on shit, don't run
Come here, come here, come here, come here
Rap and clap, that's the type of shit I like (I like this shit)
Slimy dude, he thought that we was blood, I got down for his pipe (Down for his pipe)
I'm in my bitch, got foenem tryna slide, finna turn into a strike (Skrrt)
Not tryna troll, but tell the opps get back, one died up on his bike (Get back, get back)
We on the block with switches in them Glocks, we strapped up like a dyke (Grr)
Thirsty for drugs, we bounced out, mask and gloves, he died just like a hype (Come here, come here)
Gon' up my blick, I told him I don't fight, scratch off if we see lights (Skrrt)
We did a hit right there on South Shore Drive, next day, I took a flight (Grrah)
