Get Clapped lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
f*ck around get clapped
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get
f*ck around get clapped ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped
f*ck around get clapped
f*ck around get clapped

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Oh lord, I'm feeling myself
I'm in the big boy Phantom with the suicide doors, I'm killing myself
I got a bad b*tch with me and a brand new semi, that's still on my belt
I ain't feeling these n*ggas I'm grilling these n*gga, I'll kill them myself
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
f*ck around get clapped, ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
Ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
Ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, cause we ain't playing like that

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She pop molly pop that pus*y
He pop fly weed pop that pus*y
That's your chick I got that pus*y
I treat that sh*t like project pus*y
Like hold up, rolling in the foreign we show up
Sipping on lean my team we pour up
Pull up to the scene that's me she know us
Pockets full of green like a four leaf clover
Hold up wait, we walk in this b*tch we f*ck sh*t up and we leave gone
Hold up wait, I walk up to his b*tch talk start talking that sh*t then she's gone
Back to the condo, where other n*ggas main b*tches turn to side hoes
And shorty brought her friends with her tell them swallow
And we ain't talking Twitter n*gga they gon' follow, hi ho
[Hook]
Oh lord, I'm feeling myself
I'm in the big boy Phantom with the suicide doors, I'm killing myself
I got a bad b*tch with me and a brand new semi, that's still on my belt
I ain't feeling these n*ggas I'm grilling these n*gga, I'll kill them myself
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
f*ck around get clapped, ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
Ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, f*ck around get clapped
Ya n*gga we strapped
f*ck around get clapped, cause we ain't playing like that