DistAnce!

[Intro]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

Clae the killa
I don't ride niggas wave, man I got my own wave
Come catch it

[Hook]
I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

[Verse 1:]
Niggas asking me what happened to the last one
You'll be the last one I'm running when the cash come
I gave 'em P.T.S.D, I guess I passed 'em
We talking attitudes, a nigga got a bad one
We talking bitches, then you know I keep a bad one
I'm too playa to be worried bout a past one
I'm dressing up, I'm pulling up, I'm killing fashion
I'm dipping, dabbing, causing havoc, guess I'm spazzing
I-I-I'm in Mathattan talking shit about the traffic
Trying to get to 46 I got a bag there
Circumsised the whip, I dropped the top and let the gas run
Let's make one thing clear
They fuck with me, gon' head and ask them
Little nigga

[Hook]
I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

[Verse 2:]
We gon' ball like CP3, we gon' eat like EBT
If my story's ever told, couldn't nobody fuck with me
I want a life of luxury
I want a ride with bucket seats
Fuck up the tires on the street
I got that fire to the T
In elementary I was bad, nigga (Woah, woah)
I sat by myself in class, nigga (Woah, woah)
If you know me then you know I ain't lying
I wasn't even in the class picture
When niggas was trapping off Motorola's
And pouring mud in the dirty soda
I was only in the first grade with the worst ways
Guess it made me colder
Steady listening to Carter II
CD player, portable
I could see you got no heart in you
You a scared nigga, it's a part of you
I embarrass niggas, I'm a animal
Blowing big herb, it's medicinal
Don't fuck with me or my decimals (No)
I'm bout my guala, I'm professional (Yuh)

[Hook]
I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

I could sense the fake from a distance
They steady blowing up my phone, I'm like who is this?
These niggas trying to get a piece of my business
They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay

They need to stay up out my motherfucking business, woah woah

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay

They need to stay up out my motherfucking business