"Clutch" lyrics

Yah, go, yah, yea, yea, yea, yea
It ain't nothing here
100 round tool, I'm clutching here
Baby I'm cool, don't trust no body
I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky
When Lil Faygo move, they flocking
I gotta shoot, ain't go no option
We Missed You Faygo
Mom, Polacks making beats again
Yah, go, yah, yea, yea, yea, yea

It ain't nothing here
100 round tool, I'm clutching here
Baby I'm cool, don't trust no body
I'm too rude I'm too damn cocky
When Lil Faygo move they flocking
I gotta shoot I ain't go no option

Up that tool, no I'm not boxing
This right here gone solve yo problems
I can't play bout them commas
Ok rar shit all that drama
Choppa singing like Madonna
You gon take her to McDonald's
I'ma be at Benihanas, eating good with all my partners
I'ma chop em down, (yeah yeah, yeah)
What's yo fucking number
She gonna let me get her number
Boy you broke well that's a bummer
Take a pic put it Tumblr
I'm the main event this summer
Faygo came in with that thunder
Life went on and I got tougher, (skrt)
Know some foe wanna put me under, (blah), I can't let em do that, (blah)
Choppa make you move back, (blah), nigga like boy where your loot at, (blah, blah, yeah, blah)
Baby gotta get to them racks, God knows that I can't slack
Look at my toolie go blat, when I had that new Hellcat
And I can't fold like that yeah
No I can't fall in that trap
No I can't lack, yeah baby let's go
Let's go Lil Faygo, I need a bankroll
No, no I can't fold
It ain't nothing here
Baby I'm still not loving you
You too slick can be trusting you
I cannot be fussing you
(Fa fa fa) get to busting you
Now he chain tucking here
Got him ducking yeah, (Blah)
Take over your whole camp
Taxing like I'm Uncle Sam
He gonna do it all on cam
Hell yeah, go ham
Ask her if I love her, and I said no ma'am