CLUTCHIN lyrics

[Intro]
83
Rikkhoe, b*tch!

[Verse 1: 83HADES and Swerzie]
Pull-pull up to the function, I'm already clutchin'
She grab on my di*k, I'm just grabbing on something
Selling some lean, mix the Xan with the 'tussin
He said he would slide, well he ain't, so he bluffin'
I got the glicky, I can't wait to dump it
All on my waist like imagine me running
Her pus*y on me so I can't wait to f*ck it
Duck duck goose, you best get to that ducking
Not about money then there's no discussion
We got those drills, you get screwed like I'm clutchin
I got the Mac on my side and it's f*cking
I-I got yo' b*tch on my right and she sucking
I walk around in the night, look for trouble
Weapons "bwah" just like a puddle
Look what I got coming out of the mud
I f*ck on yo' b*tch, no, I'm not trying to cuddle
Di-di*k in my grip with this muf*ckin' shovel
I'm all in his spot, I'm invading his place
I pull out the piece, b*tch, you look like a puzzle
I shoot through the pillow so the sound is muffled
Don't let me catch you in the dark, you get shot too
The way [?]
The way that you move it go hard, like my c*ck do
I walk through the door and the chop starts to drop
b*tch, I got Rank, you were sniffing on Fisker
I feel the spice in my lungs when I inhale
You kill me now, I'll be waiting down in hell
Penetrate her with my di*k and I impale
You ain't the plug, you the fourth f*ckin' resale
I get what I want, b*tch I ain't paying retail (Aye!)
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[Verse 2: Swerzie]
No BTS, I make the K pop
These rappers sweet like I went ate a cake pop
b*tch, I'm on go at all times, don't even say stop
Get for the low, sell it high, GameStop
I'm going in like I just felt a raindrop
You try to test me, you gon' get yo' gang popped
I spend a bag every day, f*ck a budget
When I walk in, already know get to ducking
Glock 19 Gen 5 what I'm tucking
Silencer on and you can't hear the ruckus
He want it now cause he know that I'm buckin'
I shoot at mines, I don't shoot at no buckets
Shoot at a distance, I make that sh*t subtle
He get, BUH, popped like a bubble
Don't let me find out where you live at or sleep
I'ma kick in the door, at the night I won't creep
Hit a stain in your house and your life I delete
He was actin' all hard till I told him to meet
Tryna act like you hot then I give you the heat
If you try to run from me, get shot in yo' feet
They said I was out flodgin', I need a receipt
I ain't Russ, I pull up myself if you go tweet
It's a rotten life, b*tch, my whole gang is elite
Beat his ass and I stomp his ass out in some cleats
All my shooters they foreign and come from the streets
Anyone tryna run up, they gon' get defeat
Get a bag, go to sleep, then I wake up, repeat
If I ain't make no money, my day ain't complete
My day not done
I am not clingy to no one but guns
This rap sh*t I do, I don't do it for fun
You wanna work with me I want some funds
I need some guap, yeah b*tch, I want my mon'
83, Swerzie pull up, you better run
I'm on his head like he went tied a bun
Black and White Vans, I'ma call em' my nun
You try to talk to me like you is bout it, but when I paid visits you wasn't on nun'
He try to start sh*t, then I made it done
I'm clutchin' the Glock, go 'head, try to do something (b*tch)
Look, look, skr
Rotten life, b*tch!