​​clutch god lyrics

[Intro]
You have no heart!
Yeah, yeah
Aye, phew

[Verse]
I'm really that n*gga (Really that n*gga)
Had to get my bands up
They think that she dubbed me
Had to get my mans up
This sh*t gettin' ugly
f*ck n*gga be fanned out
It's this pistol that I'm clutching
Clutching, I'm clutching
b*tch plot me, they say, "f*ck me"
f*ck me, f*ck me (Up)
n*gga, caught 'em up (Caught 'em up, yuh)
On the Macbook, hit a jugg (Hit a jugg)
Count my money up, these n*ggas is too stuck
Been throwin' all my hands up, pourin' lean
Club, we gon' shoot it up
Throwin' up, in the f*ckin' club
I don't give a f*ck
n*gga, I'm up on these drugs
If it's luck, they say, "f*ck Jaydes!"
And his b*tch in my phone, had to let her know what's up
Leaking blood from his nose
Tryna let him know it's up
I been boofin' good pack
USB, in my lungs
I could nеver go back
I could never go back
I could nеver go back