clipfarming lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck
Aye, watch out, aye, watch out

[Verse]
This bih' going, I don't even think she can relax, uh-uh
Now these b*tches think I'm charmin', I got real racks
Uh, now he got a Demon, he clipfarmin', he clipfarmin'
And that lil' boy don't get off his weed, that lil' boy sit on it
And we know she gon' f*ck on the gang 'cause we got big money
Uh-uh, I drive the whip, get out my lane, it got some kick on it
Even if I pop out with my gang, I got my stick on me
I can pop out dripped in anything, I put my twist on it
And you ain't got no money, you bitcoinin', you bitcoinin'
He got racks, he still lame, that n*gga been corny
Bruh they got me drunk, but I can't hang, I damn near fell over
Told her we can do a campfire, bring marshmallows
I prefеr the weed, I get high, I gets mеllow
Fyne shyt introduced me to her gang, like hello
Uh-uh, you can look inside my cup and see the drugs in it
And I'm slidin' through, racecar, this is not no Bentley
I was gon' push up but she stay far, she on another planet
n*gga copy drip, spacebar, they don't even try to switch it
n*gga tripped out with his clothes, n*gga futuristic
n*gga probably sold 30 'bows, still ain't made no money
n*gga do anything for these hoes, they don't even think about money
Uh-uh-uh, I told my whip it too loud, when it f*ckin' running
Uh-uh, they wanna book me for that crowd, I get it f*ckin' jumpin'
Uh-uh, I pop out, I got my lil' pal, you know I ain't goin' for nothin'
In that trench, you know this sh*t get wild, so n*ggas duck they muffins
2025, this sh*t gettin' crazy, n*gga ain't doin' no tussin'
A n*gga think he showing me somethin', I been doing that, I been doing that
Long way from my home, cause Lazer been tourin', I been tourin'
Talk bout she ain't goin', but she been goin', she been goin'
Cappin' to yourself, I been knowin', b*tch I been knowin'
Uh, it's a lion in my whip, my sh*t been roarin'
I just shot my shot, fyne shyt, and I been scorin'
My lil' fyne shyt, a size 6, in them new Jordan's
I just popped up, proud pick, finna make her look bored
I already know that bit' was for the gang, that how she move on
Uh, we get blinded by my chain, I'm flashed like sh*t
Show the folks the pieces on my neck, now the lights fixed
n*gga cappin' like he got stripes, but wanna type sh*t
I ain't spent them racks for real, I spent some light sh*t
Find out his ho was goin', he wanna fight quick
I can hear 'em cappin' down the road, fake pipe sh*t
I just hit the whip, the back went down and the front lift
I just post a pic, I be like "f*ck a caption"
I ran up my racks, life done changed wit' this rap sh*t
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck
Aye, watch out, aye, watch out
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck