Clean Record Lyrics

(Could've sworn I had a wood ready for me... there it go)

Alright I'm ready

Told her sing for these niggas cause its finna rain

Alright

Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em

Clean record, fuck it ima drop a stain on 'em

Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em

Thinking with his heart, huh now this nigga brains on you

Say he was broke as hell, he dropped a Range on 'em

Found out how he got it, old heads screaming shame on 'em

Grimey niggas plotting, out here setting plays on 'em

Young niggas idolize him but he rather tell 'em

He don't want em to be nothing like 'em, They like its something bout 'em

This nigga can't be fucked with, I put it on the Bible

Like Rest in Peace My Cutty, I'm pouring out the bottle

He disrespecting one of mine and its gone be problem

Soon as I get to flowing, that let em know I got em

See ima God with this shit, these niggas my disciples

I'm shitting on these niggas, I think I need a diaper

I'm rolling up these niggas, told brody "pass the lighter"

She ain't a 10, She ain't with me cause all my bitches fire

And she can't be with me for free, we pulling all nighters

They know that WBT been winning since a minor

And any nigga hating on me, started off a buyer

See they was really fans, shit I don't understand

How y'all got secret animosity and shaking hands?

$400 Shirt, $1,200 Pants

Don't try to add me up, it equal up to yo advance

It be the ones you don't expect, I don't want no friends

If he ain't Family or The Camp, then he ain't coming in

Before you ever see me out, you see me running in

I run it up for all them night you seen me punching in

Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em

Clean record, fuck it ima drop a stain on 'em

Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em

Thinking with his heart, huh now this nigga brains on you

Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em

Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em