BiC Fizzle - Outro (Clark Street Baby) lyrics

(Ayo, Donovan, heat that up, Say Breezy)

Say, fuck my critics, bitch
They wan' see me dead or in the prison
Keep my bro when on the road and
Smart enough to tuck that glizzy
Fuck the critics, fuck the
Blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all
Thuggin' with my gang
Forever screamin', "Nigga, we ball"

Don just blessed the beat
In Atlanta with three sticks, I flew 'em out
Three separate rooms, two of 'em for Heavy
One for me you know I'm a shootin' star
So I keep shooters when I creep
I don't want no scrubs
I bet we make your water
Fall you play with me hey, baby, baby, baby
We go way back like TLC
I'm Clark Street so much
I don't know if I'm in
Industry or in the street
Still lil' Meech and Larry just to front
You or serve you a P
I ain't even gotta put on none of my jewelry
They gon' notice me

Say, fuck my critics, bitch
They wan' see me dead or in the prison
Keep my bro when on the road and
Smart enough to tuck that glizzy
Fuck the critics, fuck the
Blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all
Thuggin' with my gang
Forever screamin', "Nigga, we ball"

Ayy, diamonds on my neck, yeah
Pimp these hoes for sex
She don't know this a hot car
I ain't change the VIN yet
Hey, this Draco come from Pakistan, I shoot
Can't hold it steady
SK look like a guitar tip
But that bitch hold a machete
(Ah, damn, the beat done?)