Pop the Clip

Look at the wrist, look at the cup
Look at the whip, look at my bitch
Lookin' at this (Yeah), look at the drip (What?), bet you can’t pipe up like
this (What?)
Look at the drum (Ooh), look at the Glocky (Ooh), bet you can’t run from this
Look at my partna (Ooh), he be my shotta (Ooh), can’t forget 'bout ya bitch
(Woah)
Look at the wrist, look at the cup
Look at the whip, look at my bitch
All of these tats on my skin
I got a F&N, woah (Bah)
I might just fuck but ain’t wifin' her
I get a bag and I pipe it up, woah
Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up
These niggas sound like a bitch
I’d rather ride in a Benz, countin' the Ms
Fuckin' on her and her friends, woah, uh
She don’t wanna fuck, you too average, uh
Your bitch, she think I’m attractive, uh
I’m ballin' hard like a Maverick, uh
I’m ballin' hard like a Maverick, uh
Easy to see that I’m havin', uh
King of the game like LeBron James
Selling that dope in the hallway
Diamonds, no light, look like broad day
Shit, shit, I walk around with a .9
I hit the gas and blast off, just like an astronaut
I ride around with that Glock
'Member had nothin', now got a lot
All of this pain in my heart iced out, just like my watch
Drill, drill, I just pop my shit
Talk shit, I might pop the clip
Drill, drill, I just kill my shit
Talk shit, I might pop the clip
Lookin' at this (Yeah), look at the drip (What?), bet you can’t pipe up like
this (What?)
Look at the drum (Ooh), look at the Glocky (Ooh), bet you can’t run from this
Look at my partna (Ooh), he be my shotta (Ooh), can’t forget 'bout ya bitch
(Woah)
Look at the wrist, look at the cup
Look at the whip, look at my bitch
Lookin' at this (Yeah), look at the drip (What?), bet you can’t pipe up like
this (What?)
Look at the drum (Ooh), look at the Glocky (Ooh), bet you can’t run from this
Look at my partna (Ooh), he be my shotta (Ooh), can’t forget 'bout ya bitch
(Woah)
Look at the wrist, look at the cup
Look at the whip, look at my bitch
Lil', big guap, Lil Gnar, big, big guap, Lil Gnar, big, big guap, Lil Gnar,
big guap