​​poetry / cla

[Part I]

[Verse]
No, I can't pick the phone up
Nigga a bitch, grow up
I'm off Perc', throw up
Don't talk down, you don't know us
I'm seeing you in the background
She want a bag now
I'm off a Perc', throwing
I wanna rob him, go in
Two Perc ten's, I throw it back
Two bands, yeah, I throw you that
I'm in a jam, go in
I'm in the lab, going in
He got the lean, pour it
I'm making art, you could call me poet
She like how I'm flowing, yeah
I don't wanna bring my pole in here
That nigga broke, random
That nigga lame, scam him
Bro too lame, no, I can't stand him
I saw the pack and then I ran off
I wanna do him bad
I got a ski mask
Drac' on the floor, mag'
I got a doormat
You know I'm going back
Perc' ten, throw it back

[Chorus]
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
FN shoot back, yeah
I still got my bag up
I don't know bro, he a random
FN, I wanna blam sum
ARP, I might just jam up
My stick, it can't jam up
I just fucked that bag up

[Chorus]
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
All of hoes, black
All of slime, blatt
FN shoot back, yeah
I still got my bag up
I don't know bro, he a random
FN, I wanna blam sum
ARP, I might just jam up
My stick, it can't jam up
I just fucked that bag up

[Part II]

[Verse]
Which way?
I can't een see yo' face
I'm smoking real pack
We getting real paper
You wanna go in bae
Hop in that CLA
VMA
Got drugs in TSA
Yeah, she like my money
Yeah, lean in my tummy
GMO, get a bag outta BMO
Yeah, I'm in that mode
Yeah, I keep it close
Why you wanna come at my neck
I'm putting diamonds my neck
I'on like yo' mindset
Okay bet
Okay cool
I'm skipping class like fuck school
I'm on gas, say, "Fuck you"
Girl, where the bag I bought you?
She wanna take my heart
I'm going up like rocket
I wanna go out rock
Yeah, like LA knight
I'm miss them LA nights
We was alright
Call my phone like, "Bye"
CLA all night