Clap At Em Lyrics

They say these bitch ass niggas say they want attention, you hear me

We gon' give them that shit, uh-huh

Yeah

Passing a lighter right there, you hear me

Good looks

He say he want attention, shit

We gon' clap at him

I pop these xans, go bar for bar, just like a rap battle

I can't do no dirt with niggas, cause they gon' tattle

I can't trust niggas, they snakes, they just gon' rattle

These niggas talk that shit, but don't walk that shit, like what you mean

He addicted to that murder shit, that boy a fiend

I be calm and moving slow, when I be off the lean

I'm the type that's gon' kill you, then stay at the scene

Like answering all the questions, but nah I ain't telling the truth

Spraying the k, hit the boy top and drop it, just like a coupe

Call my shooter a D1, he never miss, yeah that nigga can hoop

Just like we in Iran, got military weapons, like we some troops

Wait, yeah, hold up, bitch, I'm the shit, but nah, I don't stink

Can't wait until I get really rich, and then go buy me a Wraith

I want your bitch, up in your crib, chilling, fucking her face

First play, I made at B.O.A, the second, at Chase

Niggas be seeking attention, scammed your grandma for her pension

Stay in the house, you ain't listen, keeping the stick like transmission

Drake got a drum musician, whipping up, yeah, in the kitchen

Bro got the tec like technician, it blow you back air conditioning

He say he want attention, shit, we gon' clap at em'

I pop these xans, go bar for bar, just like a rap battle

I can't do no dirt with niggas, cause they gon' tattle

Niggas snitching, I can't trust niggas, they snakes, they just gon' rattle

Niggas is, niggas is snakes, like FAMU

Marching 100, the stick got a drum on it, yeah, just like the band do

Making this, making this shit, it's all blue

Niggas is sick, got the damn flu

Getting his head like cantu, I cannot fuck with her, she ran through

I up the chicken like Popeye's, give me the breast, don't want no thighs

Aim for his brain, what's on your mind

Pop em' like Sprite, that's lemon lime

Put him in a box, just like a mine

My bitch so bad, she a whole dime

Love all my brothers, they all slime

I got all the streets, I don't do no crime

Nah, not no more, I'm getting too old, I had to let go

Call it big chop it'll take off your fro

Guns a be clapping like end of a show

Got a new wardrobe, thank you to Joe

Some more on the way, scammed a nigga named Bo

Niggas like 40 years, still selling blow

Thank you to God, blessings overflow

Keep protection on my waist

Mess with the led, get you erased

Spin back round for the clean up

Nah, we won't leave no trace

Nah, we won't catch no case

She get mad, I give her space

My bitch cannot be replaced

It's her love that I embrace

She say one attention, shit, we gon' clap at em

We gon' clap at em

I pop these xans, go bar for bar, just like a rap battle

Just like a rap battle

I can't do no dirt with niggas, cause they gon' tattle

Niggas snitching

I can't trust niggas, they snakes

They just gon' rattle

Gon' rattle

Is you down to ride

Cause if you not, leave me alone

Get the fuck

You can't be inside the streets, cause you addicted to your phone

Phone

Just like a suspension the PTR will send em home

You can say it's off the top, we hit em in his dome

he say he want attention, shit, we gon' clap at em

We gon' clap at em

I pop these xans, go bar for bar, just like a rap battle

Like a rap battle

I can't do no dirt with niggas, cause they gon' tattle

Niggas snitching

I can't trust niggas, they snakes

They just gon' rattle

Gon' rattle

You say one attention, shit, we gon' clap at em

We gon' clap at em

I pop these xans, go bar for bar, just like a rap battle

Like a rap battle

I can't do no dirt with niggas, cause they gon' tattle

Niggas snitching

I can't trust niggas, they snakes

They just gon' rattle

They just, yeah

Yeah