Clash of Clans lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(Faint got that bih' jumpin’)

[Verse]
Real zaza blow yo head off, n*gga gotta get up and stretch
Take that boy down 'cause I ain't havin’ no munyun and lil' boy better not try to flex
n*gga got smoke wit' Fast, get you a helmet, f*ck is a bulletproof vest?
I couldn't even clean up that mess
Take that boy down if he buck out, the glizzy gon' go through his flesh
Come to the dead end right now, we gon' wild out
I really trip out with twins
I really put this sh*t on, put gear on my skin
Can't let none of you f*ck n*ggas in
Yo' gang got my gang, we take territory, this sh*t here like Clash of Clans
n*gga tryna join my gang, ’cause they know Fast gon’ win
f*ck, f*ck!
If you got zaza you better go sell
Plug turned his back, took some weed off scale
I done did hella sh*t but I'm still outta jail
Free my li’l brother, he ain't having no bail
12, tap you on the shoulder you know you gon' tell
Hit a lick on the trapper, he wish he ain't sell
Real bad man got the pound scale
Gloves on my hand you can’t get fingerprint
Boy you a b*tch, you be trying not to flinch
I f*ck that sh*t I forgot that I hit
Come to 6th Ave we gon' wild out, we blicked
Rap sh*t lit, say lil' Fasty don't miss
Boy you a b*tch, pull the stick out, he sh*t
All star gang got the dominant clique
She talkin' bout text me back, my number done switched
Sasquatch, scratch that boy off the list
Lil' boy get took down, we taking yo sh*t
I don't even pop out but lil' Lazer in the mix
And if they catch me I wild out wit' blicks
Lil' Lazer trendy, they bitin' all my drip
You better have zaza if you want me there
Alabama fight, beat you wit' chair
Boy you a b*tch, you look like a square
I get sh*t hot when I come over there
You running with them, you gon' run over there
Catch 'em down bad, decreasing his air
Fast gang [?] me, sh*t ain't even fair
He look like a cop, gotta watch what he wear
I put that sh*t on, I don't even watch what I wear
Opp at the show, got the Glock in the air
Put him to sleep like he rocking in chairs
He at home practicing mean stares
And if they catch me, you know I ain't scared
n*ggas be hoes, just look what they wearing
But I don't even give a f*ck, like I ain't caring
Ran out of sandwich bag, wrap it in saran
Beat that boy face, put his face in the sand
Skateboarder dunks, I ain't wearing no Vans
I got my fire in my hood with lil' twin
[Outro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck