Clap Clap

[Intro]
Messin with the right one now
The wrong one now
Uh

[Hook]
Ah
Choppers go clap clap
Right hand, left hand, clap clap
The heavy mothafuckas go clap clap
Bussin on you suckas like clap clap
Ah
Choppers go clap clap
Two handguns go clap clap
Them pretty mothafuckas go clap clap
I'm bussin on you suckas like clap clap

[Verse 1]
Now how the fuck you look yoself in the mirror and claim you a man
Them girl ass things you be sayin, girl ass games you be playin
Fam-Lay ain't ya friend, Fam Lay ain't ya man
Fam aim at ya man
Families'll be layin
Pussies try to play me for playtoy, buy they gon pay for it
And dey know it
The street shit? I'm made for it
Pull the part of war, not art of war
I'm a carnivore
You start a war, your broccoli boys is none of ours
Whoever try to step in my circle I hurt ya
I double dare, run in my square, it's trouble in herе...yeah
My triangle, try, die ain't you
But ima makе sure you die painful
Put your wrists together, now tie your ankles...to a wooden chair
Duct tape your mouth up
Stick you for your stash then blow your fuckin house up
Fuck who you is, fuck what you did, fuck who you get, fuck where you live
Know who the fuck that you fuckin with?

[Hook]
Ah
Choppers go clap clap
Right hand, left hand, clap clap
The heavy mothafuckas go clap clap
Bussin on you suckas like clap clap
Ah
Choppers go clap clap
Two handguns go clap clap
Them pretty mothafuckas go clap clap
I'm bussin on you suckas like clap clap

[Verse 2]
It's the only sixth son of my uncle's sister
Coming with a hundred pistols
100 killers all coming to get you
Is you...ready to die? ready to fly? ready to fry?
You say you high?
I send you mag as a lullaby
A first class ticket to Lucifer
Bullets will chew you up
Lead poison travel all through your blood
They don't have a clue what I do to bruh
They don't know who it was, so then I clean it off on my cuticles
Uh, I've been around the world 3 times
Still be out Norfolk on my free time
You should be worried bout me
I ain't new nigga, you heard about me
Fam-Lay, nigga
And I ain't feelin none of y'all
Your flow a toothpick in the lumberyard
Gotta take cover when I'm dumpin off
When them bullets tumble, somersault, somethin's comin off
Clap

[Instrumental]