Clap (Explicit) - Polo G
Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Dwan Avery/Bryson March/Will Keating
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Dwan Avery/Bryson March/Will Keating
Produced by：Krazymob
A couple real niggas died a lot of gangsters not here
It ain't a man alive that I could really say that I fear
Working that graveyard shift stuffing AR clips
We ah turn up who gon' tell us that ain't our year?
I been chose at first couldn't see my path
Take one of mines do one of yo' soldiers worse unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in the dirt we act like we not trapped
Play with me I clap
Bulletproof truck and its tented up bitch I remain tact
I done seen enough and did enough that's why I'm laid back
My lil' bros pop out with Gens now the opps know they can't lack
Splash Brothers they like twins they went and caught the same hat
It's time to flame pack 45 clap he gat his brain snatched
Free Trench Baby we trench kids bitch that's just how my gang act
Let me introduce you to my end where we shoot Glocks and slang crack
I rather tell shit how it is bitch I cannot debate facts
A couple real niggas died a lot of gangsters not here
It ain't a man alive that I could really say that I fear
Working that graveyard shift stuffing AR clips
We ah turn up who gon' tell us that ain't our year?
I been chose at first couldn't see my path
Take one of mines do one of yo' soldiers worse unleash my wrath
No matter how many times I go through hurt still keep my laugh
No matter how much we fall in the dirt we act like we not trapped
Play with me I clap
Play with me I clap I ain't know I was chosen
I know a couple opps just internet wolf
He ain't gon' slide but trollin'
Hell yeah I'll slide for foenem
You ain't do shit for the guys you bogus
I heard you ain't put shit on none of they books
To none of them guys you postin'
Got .33 in a stick for this .9 I'm totin'
This for the side opposing
When it comes to that bag I'm on it
You can tell that I'm havin' motion
Off X my eyes was rolling fightin' back but I'm tryna focus
We ah close his eyes for loafin' I was taught murder my opponent
Dope and Fentanyl had the fiends hooked now I just rap a chorus
Want respect revenge we slidin' for it pistol clap performing
All my lil' whoadies on bullshit so ain't no tryin' Taurus
What you know 'bout losses pain I took and I just had to absorb it
A couple real niggas died a lot of gangsters not here

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