Clue Bomb Lyrics

(Nigga if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck nigga)

Fasho

YGG shit

I pray for all my enemies

I pray for all my enemies

Any nigga that don't want to see me win

It's gone fuck 'em up when niggas win again

I got money on my mind

I got bitches trying to fuck

I don't leave the house without the glizzy keep it tucked

That bitch hold a 50 'bout my Bank I let it Buck

I was broke as fuck

Ain't do no crying ran it up

I do what the fuck I want don't follow rules or regulations

Staying ready so I don't got to get ready

Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance

All these rappers boring

I tried to keep it real

They looked at me like I was foreign

So I kept it trill

I ain't stopping 'til I see a couple hundred mill

I beat that pussy up so bad she thought I was on a pill

Haha

Naw for real

That nigga sick

Swimming with sharks and he ain't even got no gills

Drop a clue bomb

Since we talking bout bad bitches I walked in with two of 'em

Just got off the phone with MAG this that Obscure Nuance

Shoot shit like Chris Duhon

Got to wake these niggas up cause they been sleep on me like a futon

It's been too long

I don't get my credit but they give respect it

I like my bitches thick as fuck

Pretty and intellectic

I like my money coming faster than I can collect it

I got two bitches scissoring look like an intersection

Then I interject inside and get to sliding

Of her waters I'm a God she calling me Poseidon

In the stu where I reside in

Right here in the booth where you find me

Let a nigga tell me that it's beef we gone dine in nigga

Let me hit the weed

I just wanted y'all to hear the mother fucking piano and shit in the background

Shit magical

Ok we back to it

Whole lot of gas in a little bitty backwood

Nigga really pussy but to you I bet he act hood

Smack cuz like was a backboard

Put a little semi to his back I bet that do it

They knew I was nice but they ain't know that I was that good

So many bricks in this bitch I bet Shaq could

Have a field day

It's a chill day but I'm bombing like an asteroid

Young gasoline just put a match to it

Drop a clue bomb

Since we talking bout bad bitches I walked in with a few of 'em

Just got off the phone with MAG this that Obscure Nuance

Shoot shit like Chris Duhon

Got to wake these niggas up cause they been sleep on me like a futon

It's been too long

I don't get my credit but I'm still the bestest

I fuck a bitch and then her bestie

They was both invested

Grew up in hoods where all the playgrounds was dope infested

And body catching you come home if you make no confessions (Naw for real)

Free my niggas

Free my niggas

You come

You come home if you make no confessions (No cap)

She sucked that dick she was so professional

Aw

Aw man Gotdamn