Clockwork

[Intro: Ay Huncho]
Big bangers happening, you don't understand bruv
Wallahi, hah

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
Next week postpone, she don't love me 'cause I'm on
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don't tock

[Verse 1: Anfa Rose]
She play her role to a T, she stay on go for a G
I tell her go lil freak, my opps come around, she don't speak
She fix me a smoke and a tea, she goin' ten toes for a G
She livin' like ghost for the week, while I stay on road for the week
Any problems get handled, we can't smoke with no standard
Leave the Grammy on the mantle, at the parties that you can't go
Think it's luck how the man rose, but really all of this is planned though
Stu set up like a bando, no guarantees, I took a chance though

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
Next week postpone, she don't love me 'cause I'm on
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don't tock

[Verse 2: Ay Huncho]
Yeah she fuckin' with Ay Huncho, I told her go wrap up the bundles
I told her go stack up the bundles, she wearin' no pants when I come through
When I walk they don't speak hate, runnin' fast like a relay
Been a boss since the sixth grade, Lamborghini, it switch lanes
Hit the spot, I got ammo, I'm in the bush with the camo
Jumpin' out like I'm Rambo, yeah I'm lit like candle
Ten toes, no sandals, play with the pussy like banjo
All of the spots I done ran through, wrap up the body like Cancun

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
Next week postpone, she don't love me 'cause I'm on
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don't tock

[Verse 3: Ay Huncho]
The Rollie on ice, we rollin' like dice
I got extra spice, you talkin' like mice
We higher than kites, I"m winnin' the fights
I got all these lights, I'm shinin' to glow
You cuffin' a ho, I'm movin' the blow
We roll on the low, how cold on the snow
Fuck it up, yeah fuck it up
Run it up, yeah run it up
Livin' fast like I'm on the run
Yeah I'm fast, yeah I'm with a gun
Got extendo clip though
And I'm risk on risk low
Wrist froze like I'm Frozone
And I'm in the zone zone

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home
Next week postpone, she don't love me 'cause I'm on
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don't tock

[Verse 4: Manu Crook$]
Yeah be careful in how you approach, be careful in how you step to me
You don't want to be that guy, you don't want to be that hero, G
Yeah, black panther from the area
I'm the new king from the area, yeah
The sauce that I drip, I cannot trip on none of you bitches
I'm an OG, I'm overseas, takin' these pictures
Mood Forever, that's the ownership, yeah
It's lookin' like I would dive in when we pullin' out the dealership (Inshallah)
I put the city on hold, I am real life goals
It's fuck you niggas I suppose, all for breakin' up the code
They don't know about loyalty, let me tell you how it goes
You might as well throw us off of the bus 'cause we not hittin' up the road
She pull up at 6, she wanted some dick, so I hit her quick
You not with clique, you just a phony, you just a bitch
You're not takin' risks, you're not livin' life
You're not man enough for this lifestyle where you livin' like, yeah