huncho zay – clap back lyrics
[intro: iceberg and huncho zay]
this has its own magic
aye
yeah you know i’m with iceberg he ain’t even know i was here today
[chorus: huncho zay]
don’t test the gang, imma show you how we livin’
i been counting up these bands while these b-tches out here trippin’
all these n-ggas wanna dm but they really out here snitchin’
send a couple racks now i guarantee he listen
murder on my mind, for these hoes who out here, trickin’
spent 200 on the drugs i guarantee they finger-l!ckin’
she can’t put up to the dub i told that b-tch she must be trippin’
now she postin on the gram, got them trigger fingers twitchin’
don’t play wit the gang lil b-tch
don’t repeat what i say lil b-tch
don’t be speakin on my name lil b-tch
you don’t wanna get slain lil b-tch
[verse 1]
cuz n-gga i’m about it
pump 230s right up out the closet
mac 11s bussin like the maf-ckin’ projects
i be droppin bodies got em askin’ where the cops at
big bank gang, show these b-tches where the mob at
every time i step to the scene they be on that
stuck on the drugs her lifeline been cut back
shorty wanted love wit a n-gga who won’t look back
now she see them diamonds she like where u tryna f-ck at
i be out here bussin’
n-ggas trippin’ of the tussin
b-tches mad they steady fussin’
startin drama like its nothin
i was raised up out the 90
where we don’t f-ck wit the fussies
if a n-gga wanna talk
we show aggression on them p-ssies
i was never for the hoes
b-tches sloppy from the dome
in my bag im comin’ cold
makin moves and bookin’ shows
vvs all on my chain
ice n-gga made em froze
if you comin’ for the gang
imma find you wit the pole, aye
[pre-chorus]
don’t play wit the gang lil b-tch
don’t repeat what i say lil b-tch
don’t be speakin on my name lil b-tch
you don’t wanna get slain lil b-tch
[chorus]
don’t test the gang, imma show you how we livin’
i been counting up these bands while these b-tches out here trippin’
all these n-ggas wanna dm but they really out here snitchin’
send a couple racks now i guarantee he listen
murder on my mind, for these hoes who out here, trickin’
spent 200 on the drugs i guarantee they finger-l!ckin’
she can’t put up to the dub i told that b-tch she must be trippin’
now she postin on the gram, got them trigger fingers twitchin’
don’t play wit the gang lil b-tch
don’t repeat what i say lil b-tch
don’t be speakin on my name lil b-tch
you don’t wanna get slain lil b-tch
[outro]
huncho ya
aye, don’t f-ck with me no cap
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