I’M CLAPPIN MY GUN
CLAP AT YA SON
CLAP YOU, CLAP YA BITCH, THEN I CLAP AT YA DUNN
I’M CLAPPIN MY SON
SHIT, MIGHT CLAP AT MYSONNE
THEN I PULL OFF IN THE VOLKSWAGEN TIGUAN
Don’t ask me how I’m nice I’m just nice, it’s not explainable, it’s non-negotiable, a nigga like me was born with bars.
Hold up one more for you Pampers niggas still in diapers lemmie burp yall…
I PULL THE RATCHET OUT MY PANTS THEN I CLAP AT YA BITCH
HEAD BACK TO THE TRAP HOUSE…I’M STACKIN DA BRICKS
I’M PACKIN DA SIX
SIX SHOOTA…REVOLVER NIGGA
IN THE HOOD I CALL THAT THE PROBLEM SOLLLLLLVER NIGGAAAAAAA
Damn it…where is my record deal. Niggas as nice as me need to be telling our story. All truth. All real shits. No middle of the mall made up shits, this is my life, I give it to you like a film, I’m Tony Montana.