Yeah, yeah, yeah
Is it doing the feel?
Alright
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why, why, why, why
This the life I chose
Call me Clint, that's in the street
Cause I'ma wipe your nose
I'ma get you gone
22 for this exotic and this stupid strong
I just set up traps
Like it's home alone
We got lots of scraps
I double tap to get you gone
Still remember when the feds rented my Memphis home
Heard my line tap
I switched up T-Mobile phones
They ran that lil' sleeping spot
That's the wrong home
Could've popped the bean bag
Cause eyes look like honeycomb
And I got mob ties
Like I'm honeycomb
And I got mob ties
Like I'm Al Capone
These niggas McDonald fries a dollar
Just to get them gone
A cop can't ask me for ID
I am not the driver
Never threw a pitch for MFB
But you know I'm a slider
Bitch, I'm sending dreads
To all my niggas and to riders
Spelling Lord with the grapes
I guess I turned her to a baller
Face, I leave him no ID
Like restricted callers
Really, don't be phoning the internet
I leave it to the bloggers
2014, I was banging
Since I was born
I did a party in my jog
I swear to them
They wanna see me in that parlor
I'm cruel
This the life I chose
Call me Clint, they send a spree
Cause I'm a wiping nose
I'ma get you gone
22 for this, it's Zydeck
And it's stupid sprung
I just set up trap
Like it's home alone
This, this, this the life I chose
Call me Clint, they send a spree
Cause I'm a wiping nose
I'ma get you gone
22 for this, it's Zydeck
And it's stupid sprung
I just set up trap
Like it's home alone
What, what, home alone
What, what, feelin' gone
Off the phone
It is gone
What is wrong with these poops?
Yeah, yeah
Clint, Clint, Clint, Clint
Yeah, yeah
Time out, bro
Big block
I'ma決 my game
Front dot
determines Which director shall finally
Lay down his América
From left to right
I try to get back to
Where does this apply?


Showed up
And I can kick it recipe
I can kick it recipe










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I just wanna
of what I've done

Produce
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