"Clayco" lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Niggas killin where I'm from, straight head bussin, nigga
Tell your ass I done be done, that's a done deal, nigga
Clame county Riverdail, we all
Beat a nigga ass till they turn the lights off

[Kebo Gotti:]
I'm Kebo Gotti, you know the name
You see the flare, you know the game
So what? You bang? I be on the same thing
I got my money right now, you niggas can't maintain
Runnin through a lame, stop all that puttin on
I know you broke, you swearin that your money long
You the type to get mad when your girl speak to us
Catch her in the club, she wanna leave with us
Try me in the club, I bust you till your speaker bust
And your nose runnin, and your head leakin stuff
I got little goons, that got little goons
Leave you all tied, in your living room
MGM, that's my Cartel
I got big deals, drugs, lean and pills

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Niggas killin where I'm from, straight head bussin, nigga
Tell your ass I done be done, that's a done deal, nigga
Clame county Riverdail, we all
Beat a nigga ass till they turn the lights off

[Cartell MGM:]
Where I'm from, you come up sellin cocaine
Sellin pills, sellin sweets, sellin everything
South Atlanta raised, that's all I fuckin know
Rollin up a Cali blunt, flyin on the kick door
Uzis, fool, I got like 40 of those
That's a good lick, if you ask me though
Goin all black, deep in the Tyhoe
We hit the front door, psycho hit the back door
Slappin with the tool, dream like a fuckin hoe
They don't cooperate, make 'm kiss my 44
Straight profit, gotta keep the cash flow
In my side of town, we keep it cutthroat

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Niggas killin where I'm from, straight head bussin, nigga
Tell your ass I done be done, that's a done deal, nigga
Clame county Riverdail, we all
Beat a nigga ass till they turn the lights off

[Lil Capp:]
My bros in this motherfucker, we on
Trappin in this motherfucker, everybody knowin
Everyone think we hustlers, 'cause we try to sell it
Hope you 'bout that action, hope you got your boots on
One phone call, you get your troops gone
Niggas killin where I'm from, hope you 'bout your strap
'Cause everybody from the Grove don't know how to act
My cousin down the road, he say he need a pack
So we kickin in them doors, where them niggas at?
Put your set up, nigga, get your head whacked
You's a target pussy nigga, you's an easy jack
South side on deck, nigga, we on
Beast-mode bullshit, that what we on

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Niggas killin where I'm from, straight head bussin, nigga
Tell your ass I done be done, that's a done deal, nigga
Clame county Riverdail, we all
Beat a nigga ass till they turn the lights off

[Gucci Mane:]
Swag, call my swag stupid
I pull up in a Maserati, with arrows like I'm Cupid
Alli niggas hustle, all I do is hustle
Trap boomin hard, how the fuck you think we trust you?