Zay Corleone

Clutch

LYRIC

[intro]

Uh, what's hannin bro

Cedes

Yea

[Chorus]

Yea I do it BIG but i'm from Florida not from Bed Stuy
You can't take a step in my shoes cause they dead stock
I don't want to fuck but you'll be clutch with some neck tie
I cannot leave out the door without some top lock
Naw, I ain't with working and shit
I still got purp in this bitch
Drop off that sack I got 30 assist
Im tryna score like LeBron and nem
Some people dont care what kind it is (they dont even care)
I'm tryna smoke on the finest shit
I want that pack with the sign on it (i need dat pack, MEDICAL)

[Verse 1]

Yea, smoke until I dont remember
911 porsche it ain't September
I get more head than R Kelly big sister
Smoking color purple cut like Mister
VVS's cold, it make em shiver
Cedes on the beat it flow like a river
Google my kicks you don't know where to get em
I can't be giving my dick to these bitches cause now they be thinking they go with a nigga
I ain't with splittin' a cent with you nigga cause you ain't believe I would go and get bigger
You was with me we was blowin' on Swishers (remember that)
Lost all my hoes when I found me some scrilla
She use to smoke out the pound with the dealer
Hangin with new niggas you gone be bitter
Temporary time never compliment the grind
Niggas wanna shine but they following in line (get in your lane boy)
Yea, I'm going hard for mine
Derek Foreal I don't nickel and dime
Corleone got Boston Georgia pine


[Chorus]

Yea I do it big but i'm from Florida not from Bed Stuy (Pensacola nigga)
You can't take a step in my shoes cause they dead stock
I don't want to fuck but you'll be clutch with some neck tie
I cannot leave out the door without some top lock
Naw, I ain't with working nshit
I still got purp in this bitch
Drop off that sack I got 30 assist
Im tryna score like LeBron and nem
Some people dont care what kind it is
I'm tryna smoke on the finest shit
I want that pack with the sign on it (i need dat pack MEDICAL)

[Verse 2]

Yea, I hear you rappin but know you be cappin'
You niggas ducks I cannot be a Daffy
Your bitch in the club shaking her Laffy Taffy
She at your house and she calling you daddy
But I got the mouth and my nigga just smacked it
Thought you was gangster, I thought you was having
You ain't no player you just playing Madden
Going out sad boy I can't imagine
I'm pushing a foreign it ain't automatic
It got a sport mode so I grabbed it
You hear the torque though, when I smash it
You gotta stick his nose out in traffic
Red seats like the nose got a fraction
I hear em talking but dont see no action
Come fuck with me bitch you knowing whats hannin

(Come fuck with me bitch you knowing whats hannin)

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