Clutch & Gear

[Intro]
MH Beats
Strikez in the mix
Drill Kartel
Bro's tryna roll up a pagan, up in a Backwood, up in a swisher
Don't get soaked like Evian water
Can't wait till a man got millions, up in my AC
Safe, our shadow spacey, no more white girl, Stacy, man-

[Chorus]
This hand ting's dutch and clear, I tell the driver clutch and gear
'Cah the Met's all tailing behind man, I lied if I said there was nothing here
I'm in the bands with Steve and Jeff, better know it ain't Smith and Fisher
Me and bro tryna roll up a pagan up in a Backwood, up in a swisher
This hand ting's dutch and clear, I tell the driver clutch and gear
'Cah the Met's all tailing bеhind man, I lied if I said there was nothing hеre
I'm in the bands with Steve and Jeff, better know it ain't Smith and Fisher
Me and bro tryna roll up a pagan up in a Backwood, up in a swisher

[Verse 1]
Get gone, tryna add two peds 'cah I don't give a toss about any opinion
And I got 5 lighty YG's that are on piss, I'm stepping with minion
About buzzing if man turned bad, last time that I checked you were cheffing civilians
You can tell Big Reese is a neek, cah he's begging the beef and he fucks with Cillian
Fuck B 'cah we done man brilliant
Niggas all dashing, they run so dilligent
See the bottom my crep looks hideous
Red when I step and the blood, that's trippiest
See my niggas, them really drill when the opps just really care about who looks drilliest
On my life, them boy are the silliest
Them just gripping it, ain't no chinging it
This hand ting's dutch and clear, step with my brother so call man Phineas
Got two racks under the chair, and it's all linked kway, so it's looking hideous
Can't wait till a man got millions, up in my AC
Safe, our shadow spacey, no more white girl, Stacy, man be killing it
If you think that you're good in the hood
Come to the strip, and we'll see if you really is (We'll see)
That's four black smoky silhouettes creepin' around, trying to find where the belly is (Where is it at?)

[Chorus]
This hand ting's dutch and clear, I tell the driver clutch and gear
'Cah the Met's all tailing behind man, I lied if I said there was nothing here
I'm in the bands with Steve and Jeff, better know it ain't Smith and Fisher
Me and bro tryna roll up a pagan up in a Backwood, up in a swisher

[Verse 2: Tzgwala, Lucii]
Don't get soaked like Evian water
Big bass [?], put that in the trunk 'cah I'm an elephant walker
When your mumzy shoulda had a daughter, look at her son, he's a verbal talker
Cheff with intent, man know I ain't Scorcher
Young is [?], and the ends from the hood
YA and Luc can relate
Now, who else in the hook can say that?
Rubbin' at big-big men 'cah they think that they're bad, 'cah they done it from way back
Don't get caught with a spray tan
Coming like Katie Price in the winter
When you're up in the hospital bed, and your drip got drowned
No posting on Insta, no cheeky snaps
Yo Luc, what's good bro? (Yo)
Just see an Asian ting with the largest back (Swear down), where you sayin' you could show?
Man, I know you're dealing that
You're a local yat, what're you sayin' you onto?
Alright, can we go glide right now?
I will pull up outside in a blacked out Punto (Same, man, five more minutes)

[Chorus]
This hand ting's dutch and clear, I tell the driver clutch and gear
'Cah the Met's all tailing behind man, I lied if I said there was nothing here
I'm in the bands with Steve and Jeff, better know it ain't Smith and Fisher
Me and bro tryna roll up a pagan up in a Backwood, up in a swisher