Darkside lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
b*tch, it's pitch black, yeah
Like the darkside of the moon
We havin' straps, yeah
n*ggas walk with multiple tools
b*tch, this the waterpark, yes
Like a tidal wave or a monsoon
b*tch, yes I drip, just like a typhoon
You know that the Top Floor Boss a tycoon
I woke up this morning and bought some new fragrance
I like to smell good when I'm gettin' geeked up
My b*tch just put on that lil bitty dress
She lookin' so good, I might feel on her butt
These n*ggas, they know we not the ones to test
They try that sh*t, them lil' n*ggas might just flunk
We havin' them chopsticks and them lil' pumps
Yes, I'm pourin' up drank, b*tch I don't get drunk
Rockstar sh*t, b*tch, I drip like a punk
But I'm not a punk, try this sh*t, then it's up
No, I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they suck
And no, I don't f*ck with that b*tch, she just suck
I was down bad, made some hits and they stuck
b*tch, I step on these lil' n*ggas, just like some bugs
Me and my b*tch stuck together like buds
Me and my bros stuck together like buds
b*tch, me and my bros stick together like buds
I told you once, lil' b*tch, I'm just having fun
Ain't no more lackin', go cop you a gun
b*tch, I'm outside and it's hot like the sun
b*tch, I don't do no cappin', you know I'm the one
I make sh*t happen, the father, the son
These n*ggas wanna be just like me, they my son
These n*ggas think they just like me, they ain't nothin'
[Verse]
These n*ggas ain't sh*t and they really buzz
Bought some brand new jeans, just to hold my funds
I might drown in this lean, n*gga, it ain't nothin'
I rap for a hundred million, then I'm done
Italian fiend, thinkin' bout Milan
Yeah, Rick Owen shades, b*tch, I ain't see nothin'
I was just done with your bae, yeah, and she gave it up
She ain't wanna get paid, I ain't give her money
Uh, b*tch I'm in L.A. and it's really sunny
b*tch, I gotta get paid, I really love this money (yeah)
Cheques, they comin' in
Get a cheque, spend it on Cullinans
n*gga, facts, I'm going in
Get a bag, then go work the other end
Hit the folks with the back door
Cause them n*ggas wasn't tryna let me in
Hit them hoes, tell 'em pull up
If it ain't bad, then I'm gonna let 'em in
Like a b*tch, who just got her heart broke
b*tch, I know not to never trust a man
In the spot, b*tch, I'm rockin' out
Listenin' to HIM, might tat' a heartagram
I'm gettin' money, b*tch
I can't lie, I can lose a couple bands
I'm gettin' money, b*tch
Yes, I cannot lie, I can lose a couple friends
Yeah, f*ck em' though
b*tch, I'm in the spot and I'm just smokin' dope
b*tch, I'm thinkin' 'bout guap and I'm all alone
b*tch, I'm in the dark with my headphones on
Uh, yeah, I'm out of space, b*tch, I'm out the ozone
Bad b*tch, gave me face, yeah, uh, with no clothes on
I'm a fly young n*gga, put clothes on
If you ain't playin Lone, n*gga, that's the wrong song
With this bad ass ho and she sing along
And she just pulled up with no panties on (I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
b*tch, it's pitch black, yeah
Like the darkside of the moon
We havin' straps, yeah
n*ggas walk with multiple tools
b*tch, this the waterpark, yes
Like a tidal wave or a monsoon
b*tch, yes I drip, just like a typhoon
You know that the Top Floor Boss a tycoon
I woke up this morning and bought some new fragrance
I like to smell good when I'm gettin' geeked up
My b*tch just put on that lil bitty dress
She lookin' so good, I might feel on her butt
These n*ggas, they know we not the ones to test
They try that sh*t, them lil' n*ggas might just flunk
We havin' them chopsticks and them lil' pumps
Yes, I'm pourin' up drank, b*tch I don't get drunk
Rockstar sh*t, b*tch, I drip like a pump
But I'm not a punk, try this sh*t, then it's up
No, I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they suck
And no, I don't f*ck with that b*tch, she just suck
I was down bad, made some hits and they stuck
b*tch, I step on these lil' n*ggas, just like some bugs
Me and my b*tch stuck together like buds
Me and my bros stuck together like buds
b*tch, me and my bros stick together like buds
I told you once, lil' b*tch, I'm just having fun
Ain't no more lackin', go cop you a gun
b*tch, I'm outside and it's hot like the sun
b*tch, I don't do no cappin', you know I'm the one
I make sh*t happen, the father, the son
These n*ggas wanna be just like me, they my son
These n*ggas think they just like me, they ain't nothin'
[Outro]
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)