TEC, Boosie Badazz - Clapped Up lyrics
[TEC, Boosie Badazz - Clapped Up lyrics]
Even when I'm in that escolade
I still don't lack bitch I'm strapped up
Pockets got some racks
Tripple that when the pack touch
I be sticking like
Bitch called me a dog, but she always wanna
Stop running your mouth, run your racks up
You pussy niggas full of flaws
And they act up
I'm tryna run a nigga down, let that mac bust
Bitch don't get caught up in that rap stuff
Just me and came with a mac and black
Ain't no hit they block and wack whoever
Disrespect, the chopper wet him
Him and his dawg got wacked together
Stampeed from a pack of steppers get a clap
We just put up one more, check the score
Tell him shut up i make that lil whore call
Me king like Karеtta
All that ho know is cha ching
She was green when I met hеr
Name a nigga that can do it better
PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters
From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
Now I pop a feel like
My nigga now, fuck your plees
We ain't coppin none
Bitch it go down anywhere
Have a shootout in front of Papa Johns
You thuggin, you ain't even fucking in
I'll put that on my nigga then
The robbers, the killers, the drivers
The sprinters
We certified, we stoppin these niggas
Boosie stuck in a deck
We gon block for these niggas
Got the drop on a victom
And the big dawg sent him money guns
Somebody catch him, tell the
Whole fucking hood, i got a hundred for him
It ain't no money
It ain't no coppin plees
And we ain't gon miss him
I'm a shark in the water, you can't fish me
So don't diss me
Clapped up, how it end, rapped up
They top, now they can't rap nothing
Ain't no we bout business, we get it done
The first clique steppin on shit at the
07 was done, we had plenty guns
Big steppers like we in college
Boosie Badazz!
Name a nigga that can do it better
PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters
From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
Now I pop a feel like
My nigga now, fuck your plees
We ain't coppin none
Bitch it go down anywhere
Have a shootout in front of Papa Johns
You thuggin, you ain't even fucking in
I still don't lack bitch I'm strapped up
Pockets got some racks
Tripple that when the pack touch
I be sticking like
Bitch called me a dog, but she always wanna
Stop running your mouth, run your racks up
You pussy niggas full of flaws
And they act up
I'm tryna run a nigga down, let that mac bust
Bitch don't get caught up in that rap stuff
Just me and came with a mac and black
Ain't no hit they block and wack whoever
Disrespect, the chopper wet him
Him and his dawg got wacked together
Stampeed from a pack of steppers get a clap
We just put up one more, check the score
Tell him shut up i make that lil whore call
Me king like Karеtta
All that ho know is cha ching
She was green when I met hеr
Name a nigga that can do it better
PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters
From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
Now I pop a feel like
My nigga now, fuck your plees
We ain't coppin none
Bitch it go down anywhere
Have a shootout in front of Papa Johns
You thuggin, you ain't even fucking in
I'll put that on my nigga then
The robbers, the killers, the drivers
The sprinters
We certified, we stoppin these niggas
Boosie stuck in a deck
We gon block for these niggas
Got the drop on a victom
And the big dawg sent him money guns
Somebody catch him, tell the
Whole fucking hood, i got a hundred for him
It ain't no money
It ain't no coppin plees
And we ain't gon miss him
I'm a shark in the water, you can't fish me
So don't diss me
Clapped up, how it end, rapped up
They top, now they can't rap nothing
Ain't no we bout business, we get it done
The first clique steppin on shit at the
07 was done, we had plenty guns
Big steppers like we in college
Boosie Badazz!
Name a nigga that can do it better
PSETB, bitch Imma stand behind them letters
From 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
Now I pop a feel like
My nigga now, fuck your plees
We ain't coppin none
Bitch it go down anywhere
Have a shootout in front of Papa Johns
You thuggin, you ain't even fucking in