tec – clapped up lyrics
[verse 1: tec]
even when i’m in that escolade, i still don’t lack
b+tch i’m strapped up
pockets got some racks, tripple that when the pack touch
[?] i be sticking like [?]
b+tch called me a dog, but she always wanna [?]
stop running your mouth, run your racks up
you p+ssy n+ggas full of flaws, and they act up
i’m tryna run a n+gga down, let that mac bust
[?] b+tch don’t get caught up in that rap stuff
just me and [?]
came with a mac and black [?]
[?] ain’t no [?]
hit they block and wack whoever
disrespect, the chopper wet him
[?]
him and his dawg got wacked together
stampeed from a pack of steppers
[?] get a [?] clap [?]
we just put up one more, check the score, tell him shut up
i make that lil wh0re call me king like karеtta
all that ho know is cha ching, she was green when i met hеr
[chorus: tec]
name a n+gga that can do it better
psetb, b+tch imma stand behind them letters
from 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
now i pop a [?] feel like [?]
[?] my n+gga now, f+ck your plees, we ain’t coppin none
b+tch it go down anywhere, have a shootout in front of papa johns
[?]
[?]
you [?] thuggin, you ain’t even f+cking in
[verse 2: boosie badazz]
i’ll put that on my n+gga then
the robbers, the k!llers, the drivers, the sprinters
we certified, we stoppin these n+ggas
boosie stuck in a deck, we gon block for these n+ggas
got the drop on a victom, and the big dawg sent him
[?] money guns
somebody catch him, tell the whole f+cking hood, i got a hundred for him
it ain’t no [?]
money [?]
it ain’t no coppin plees
and we ain’t gon miss him
i’m a shark in the water, you can’t fish me
[?] so don’t diss me
clapped up, how it end, rapped up
[?] they top, now they can’t rap nothing
ain’t no [?] we bout business, we get it done
the first clique steppin on sh+t at the [?]
[?] 07 was done, we had plenty guns
big steppers like we in college
[?]
boosie badazz!
[chorus: tec]
name a n+gga that can do it better
psetb, b+tch imma stand behind them letters
from 07 to 2011, we was full of bars
now i pop a [?] feel like [?]
[?] my n+gga now, f+ck your plees, we ain’t coppin none
b+tch it go down anywhere, have a shootout in front of papa johns
[?]
[?]
you [?] thuggin, you ain’t even f+cking in
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