Clypped

Man, they said we couldn—man, they said we couldn’t evolve, man
They said we couldn’t evolve, Lasso
Bruh
Fit a lil dope dealer in a string bean body
Bank lobby all slobby tryna cash a fake check
I ain’t know, but them homies let me go off respect
Stay high no stress put a nigga in a bind
No spine for the kick in so a kid kept spittin stay Witten like im Jason
Legacies I be chasin tryna make the world right
Stay hype
Cause the bud gimme light like a get down
Gone lil mama take a sit down
Throw ya shoes off, relax, a young nigga smacked off the bud
Caint fuck with the blunts like wiz
Only papers for the kids no mids
Just the Burt Bacharach of the shit
All hydro green for the pyros
Hitchu with the high low
Nigga fuck a five 0
Papered up from the tip to the cut
Some triggers stay stuck
Some jo’s stay buck
Iont give a nary fuck bout a hater
Its game we don’t cater too
High from Decatur too
Fuck wit the clique
Gotta learn how to roll
Care-ful with the dro
You ain’t hit this befo'
Bald head chick got me thinkin that she Caillou
High too keep it all wet like a bayou
Tear the whole town to dah ground like a kaiju
Plug got wheels nigga fly through high too
…I don’t wax; wife’s okay with that shit, so it’s on…
Fuck wit the clique
Gotta learn how to roll
Care-ful with the dro
You ain’t hit this befo'
You can’t lie, cause I know
You’ve never hit this before (Fuck)
You ain’t on my level
Whole clique on chill you can’t roll