Gun Clappa Lyrics

Triple the bands the fans

I wanna cripple your mans not fam

Toting a cha cha Ching bam

Tyler my homie we getting it done

Fucking a thot I'm not thinking bout son

Cops be like son what you on

High off life you piggies dumb

They taking a pill cuz it making em numb

Thinking it sunny you think I'm a dummy

Destroy you through rap, you took a crap,

Edac go faster and faster well better than last year I'm leaking through ears

Staying aware I'm facing my fears

Lonely man but never shed tears

Maybe I will when I get a bad bitch when I'm in a good place but that'll take years

Crazy delivery fuck UPS

Your beating your kid let's call CPS

That was poor humor like a cancer tumor

Roblox studio learning my lua

Benefit of the doubt thought you knew ah

Harder rapper, gun clapper, shout out dad he work at Napa

And rest in piece my fucking nana

Thinking I'm forcing my rhymes, might just take some time, crack a quarter dime, vape the flavor lime, this is my time

Yeah I just cross out the line, can't wait till they posted in line, for my show in riverside, dirty shirt clean it with tide, you can be big it take time

Trained my focus offline

You gotta find your own life

Purpose in world,

I would be crazy to lie

But most of these rappers gon die

Fucking around getting high

Their girlfriend a piece of the pie (money grab)

Shit I been smoking all night

Kicking the door with a knife

Percy got high as a kite

Lurking I'm scouting an op

Haters still tell me to stop

But that ain't the laws of the world

You got it twisted and twirled

Shout out my homie like F.G

Sending a text to my bestie

Fucking a bitch on the west side

Candidate I'm the best guy

Pumping that hoe she letting out sighs

Shit I should've seen the signs

Studying complex art

Nerf it a gun with a dart

Bitch I'm the king and it fax

And who do you know who can speak it not ass

Focused I'm switching a task

Oh yeah I'm sorry to ask,

Who careers really last

(Cade is so vague and I love it)