Dee Rogers, Boosie Badazz - Clutchin' lyrics
[Dee Rogers, Boosie Badazz - Clutchin' lyrics]
So don't even look at me
A bitch ain't never took from me
And your big dog a bitch to me
Made one call, we clear the scene
I left the booth and sold a P
I used to jack a soldiery
Don't mask up, bitch gon' know it's me
It's my trap, don't bring a ho round me
(Fuck your ho round here)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm fucked up, in my cup (Bllt)
Hold up, I up that fire on him
Told him I was gon' buy, but I lied to him
(I lied) he didn't see it comin'
Plus my partner right on side of him
I'm with my young hittas, thеy teenagers
It's like five of thеm
For Dee Rogers, they gon' die for him
(They gon' slide for him)
Ho, ain't on no rap shit
I'm prayin' for my brother
He like to clap shit don't touch my dawg
You might get slapped bitch (Slap that ho)
On gang i brought that ratchet with me
Still fuckin' with big O 'cause
He was jackin' with me
Pistol-whip them, had to smack 'em with me
And we'll shoot this bitch up (On Blood)
And we'll shoot this bitch up (Ho)
And we'll shoot this bitch up
Don't give a fuck
A nigga claimin' that he tough
I brought that pump, it fill him up
(Fill that bitch up)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm fucked up, in my cup (Bllt, bitch)
E-everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm fucked up, in my cup (Bllt)
I got one, he got one, she got one (Bitch)
If they play, they go late, we gon' stomp one
(Bitch) my lil' dawg on parole but
He still got his pole
He ain't puttin' that bitch down
That's how we live in the fold (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me bustin' head (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me never scared
Of bein' dead (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me ready to dirt dog
A opp in his head
All of us got 30's, clutchin' bang
Big pressure know I gotta keep two Glocks
I'm a main nigga
My dawg got two 50 Glocks, he a gravedigger
Bitch, you gon' get blues
And I know which one to use
Drag him from the ripper, 762's
Pussy bitch we clutchin'