Eddy Baker, Black Smurf - Clinetele lyrics
[Eddy Baker, Black Smurf - Clinetele lyrics]
Popular I’m poppin’ bitch
I’m cocky and I’m arrogant
Rolling up this broccoli im higher
Than a rocket ship
Healthy Boyz we dropping hit's
You ain’t climbed you stand bitch
I’m on some super sonic shit
PoPo up and down the block
Asking I ain’t saying shit
Posted in the trap
Used to flip some packs to pay the rent
Only want them dollars I ain’t
Grinding in designer shit
All black hoodie, Old as fuck
Kicks look like a piece of shit
Used to be stuck at the house
But now I’m always taking trips
Went beast mode up on the damn
I swear that I’m a fucking pit
Got a little buzz now I swear
I think that I’m the shit
Bitches on the dick
Niggas swear I think that I’m a pimp
Fucked up on some drugs
More than buzzed swear that I’m a trip
Posted with some thugs keep the
Snub burner on the hip i don’t show no love
Real shit that’ll get you killed
Out here on my lonely so it’s
Fuck how a nigga feel
2 QP’s I flipped that myself
Niggas say they smoking loud and rolling
Bitch you asked the right price
Bitch i might sell
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Say it’s a drought in the east
But not in my section finessin’
Hold it where my nigga quick
Hold don’t charge with possession
Where they ain’t even search ya car
That was a blessing
I got plenty clientele to my new commission
Now I’m strong boomin hard why
I keep up protection
Send them shottas to ya spot you
Get juked just for flenchin’
Getcha killed in a second
Keep playing detective
Swear if I fuck with you I
Fuck with you the long way
You double cross me then the scene
Turn into a cold case
I don’t serve no nigga no
Bruh you gotta meet me
Come try some shista shit
You see that thang in 3D
Four half an ounces bitch watch how
Quick I get rid of this
Now I’m the hustle god you just
Can’t tell em make the shit
Bitch you gon’ touch on me tryna
See how real niggas feel
Don’t trust too many hoes cause they
Plotting to get ya killed
So don’t come playing in these
Streets if you wanna live
Número uno to this shit don’t
Bring heat where ya live
Playing for fields on the real
Type shit I can’t forgive
They came with bread with two men
And that shit how it is
On the low and you a ho
Know that fa sho nigga
Spending money on me ho gon’
Wind up broke nigga
I’m just a hustling ass dope smoking water
She get a glimpse of Black Smurf
And she expose a nigga
But on the real I’m just
Tryna make my money triple
While smoking weed cruising round
On a bicycle these niggas mad cause I’m no
Longer fucking with em
See it’s just me and my
Squad screaming fuck the system
I’m cocky and I’m arrogant
Rolling up this broccoli im higher
Than a rocket ship
Healthy Boyz we dropping hit's
You ain’t climbed you stand bitch
I’m on some super sonic shit
PoPo up and down the block
Asking I ain’t saying shit
Posted in the trap
Used to flip some packs to pay the rent
Only want them dollars I ain’t
Grinding in designer shit
All black hoodie, Old as fuck
Kicks look like a piece of shit
Used to be stuck at the house
But now I’m always taking trips
Went beast mode up on the damn
I swear that I’m a fucking pit
Got a little buzz now I swear
I think that I’m the shit
Bitches on the dick
Niggas swear I think that I’m a pimp
Fucked up on some drugs
More than buzzed swear that I’m a trip
Posted with some thugs keep the
Snub burner on the hip i don’t show no love
Real shit that’ll get you killed
Out here on my lonely so it’s
Fuck how a nigga feel
2 QP’s I flipped that myself
Niggas say they smoking loud and rolling
Bitch you asked the right price
Bitch i might sell
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele
Say it’s a drought in the east
But not in my section finessin’
Hold it where my nigga quick
Hold don’t charge with possession
Where they ain’t even search ya car
That was a blessing
I got plenty clientele to my new commission
Now I’m strong boomin hard why
I keep up protection
Send them shottas to ya spot you
Get juked just for flenchin’
Getcha killed in a second
Keep playing detective
Swear if I fuck with you I
Fuck with you the long way
You double cross me then the scene
Turn into a cold case
I don’t serve no nigga no
Bruh you gotta meet me
Come try some shista shit
You see that thang in 3D
Four half an ounces bitch watch how
Quick I get rid of this
Now I’m the hustle god you just
Can’t tell em make the shit
Bitch you gon’ touch on me tryna
See how real niggas feel
Don’t trust too many hoes cause they
Plotting to get ya killed
So don’t come playing in these
Streets if you wanna live
Número uno to this shit don’t
Bring heat where ya live
Playing for fields on the real
Type shit I can’t forgive
They came with bread with two men
And that shit how it is
On the low and you a ho
Know that fa sho nigga
Spending money on me ho gon’
Wind up broke nigga
I’m just a hustling ass dope smoking water
She get a glimpse of Black Smurf
And she expose a nigga
But on the real I’m just
Tryna make my money triple
While smoking weed cruising round
On a bicycle these niggas mad cause I’m no
Longer fucking with em
See it’s just me and my
Squad screaming fuck the system