Clutch

Luca on the Track
ALau on the Beat
Drippin' designer that is all I wear
Bad lil mama ride it slow with care
When it was a problem I was always there
You don’t got the guala then your hoe get shared
Nigga how you runnin' from a laser?
How you stressin' pussy that she gave up?
I don’t gotta tote VT came clutch
Fuck a lotta hoes but I can’t cuff
Big body Benz I like to drive, but I might slide when I’m in the coupe
And many men want my demise, when I’m outside I’m grippin' too
She like «Rocko how you smell like money?»
40 pokin' you can tell I’m gunnin'
Now you lov me, how I sensed that coming
Savag coming, no you can’t outrun him, no
I went from rags to riches, I smashed some bitches I met on the first link
Now that the bag is different, immaculate how I came out the worst place
Do not bust a move on me, said you sending who for me?
Shooter gonna shoot for three
Ain’t no residue just bleed
I gotta show 'em I ain’t off 'em I’ve been getting better
She ain’t want me when I had the Balmains with the Vinnies sweater,
but it’s whatever
Do not get comfortable, cuz they don’t fuck with you like they claim
Brodie gone clutch the tool and he gone up at you when he came
Ma I was ducking school, when I was telling you that I came
When I get something new, then I’ll be done with you
This for the niggas that said I couldn’t, don’t need a key if I got my foot in
Tony with me I’m forever with him, checking for me girl you never should’ve
And I know it get cold at night
You said let it go I might
Ain’t nobody own my life
I’ve been thuggin' all my life
Drippin' designer that is all I wear
Bad lil mama ride it slow with care
When it was a problem I was always there
You don’t got the guala then your hoe get shared
Why you runnin' from a laser?
How you stressin' pussy that she gave up?
I don’t gotta tote VT came clutch
Fuck a lotta hoes but I can’t cuff
Big body Benz I like to drive, but I might slide when I’m in the coupe
And many men want my demise when I’m outside I’m grippin' too
She like «Rocko how you smell like money?»
40 pokin' you can tell I’m gunnin'
Now you love me, how I sensed that coming
Savage coming, no you can’t outrun him, no
I went from rags to riches, I smashed some bitches I met on the first link