Clubhouse Gangstas

[Intro]
Men, these niggas be sayin' all this shit on clubhouse
They got the drop, they know where a nigga be
Well why nothin' ain't happen then? Why a nigga ain't spin that block nigga?
Just be talkin' nigga, any niggas comin' up dead nigga

[Chorus]
The nigga is dead, you can't do nothin' about it
Pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
So many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
Leave a nigga dead, give his mama some flowers
Face shot with a shirt off, that's how they found him
Got to bussin the Drake, I just liked how it sounded
He walked in good, but he left out wounded
Cheese in your bitch face, then im'a pound it
I don't really be liking niggas
My fo-fo bulldog, chasin' and biting niggas
Up with the Glock get to facing and striking niggas
Shoot him in the ear, we be tryin' to Mike Tyson niggas

[Verse]
I got a whole lot of rounds in this gun
You better not get tired, as soon as you run
Put a nigga up with God, slap a nigga with a gun
Nigga better pick sides, or get left in a pond
You could tell, my opps must not be on that gang shit
That gangsta shit
My lil' brothers 'nem, they on that same shit
You a Blood or a Crip, or a wannabe
You a bitch, I could see it in front of me
In the church house I had my gun on me
Watch the news before you think about punchin' me
Niggas like shit, deep ain't no jumpin' me
Imma put a nigga ass right under me
Put that heat on his ass, get a sunny d
It was cold den a bitch, I was clutchin' heat
He gon pay for that shit, she gonna fuck for free
EBK nigga, she wanna fuck a G
I'm a gangster, they're not gonna fuck with me
I'm on the block right now, get at me
He was on Instagram, now he a dead body
Everytime we slide, we tryna' shoot a nigga head and body
Drive by from out the window, I don't know this nigga dead probably
Talkin' 'bout he don't want no beef no more
But when we see him, his head broccoli
He buff, we gon leave him dead stocky
Tryna' swing, leave a nigga dead, rocket
9 year's old I saw a dead body
He ain't get nothin' for Christmas, his head naughty

[Chorus]
The nigga is dead, you can't do nothin' about it
Pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
So many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
Leave a nigga dead, give his mama some flowers
Face shot with a shirt off, that's how they found him
Got to bussin the Drake, I just liked how it sounded
He walked in good, but he left out wounded
Cheese in your bitch face, then Imma pound it
I don't really be liking niggas
My fo-fo bulldog, chasin' and biting niggas
Up with the Glock get to facing and striking niggas
Shoot him in the ear, we be tryin' to Mike Tyson niggas

[Outro]
Nigga tryna' run with the Glock, hit a nigga up
Shoot him right in the top
We don't fuck with the opps
We don't fuck with the cops
And i just got the drop
Bet a nigga gon' die