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[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, real deal clapper, mm (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
I'm a real clapper, I just do— (Me and Spiff keep one on the hip, yeah)
I'm a real clapper
Yeah

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, nigga, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)
Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, nigga, I'm ready to slide
Yeah, the nigga had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side
Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five
Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, nigga shot me seven times but he died
Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' a 9
I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, had to go rose gold AP, bitch don't tick but it still tell time
Yeah, I left the bitch where she was, said she don't suck dick, bitch lost her mind
Yeah, my brother called me, said the hoes at the car, so I had to go and spin back 'round
Yeah, yeah, I already fucked that bitch, I'm just lettin' you know, I'm just puttin' you down
Uh, 'preciate you, bitch, for suckin' the dick back when Backdoor didn't have a dime
Yeah, yeah, fuck all you niggas that be on my dick, I'ma kill you, just wait on the time
Yeah, the bitch had came, then she brought a friend with her, she left, so she had the time
Yeah, you niggas was supposed to be helpin' Backdoor, but you ain't and now you out of time
Uh, yeah, uh, Louis V step on a bitch, uh, Balenci', step on a bitch, a couple bullets, we step on the kicks
Backdoor came from straight out the trench, yeah, I want the green like the Grinch
Uh, fuck what you said and fuck what you meant, you still see the J 'hind the tint
Uh, white bitch said she wanna go campin', I hit the bitch in the tent
Uh, black bitch up all night, she vampin', waitin' on me to come in
Uh, bitch, you more like a six or a seven, why the fuck you say a ten?
Uh, my plug, he got the Percocet 30s, but I only wanted the 10s
Ayy, I bought a watch again, uh, I bought a chain again
Uh, bitch, you think that I'm payin' for pussy, we better off bein' friends
Uh, bitch, arch your back when I'm in, took an L, but took that on the chin
You know trailin' the back of the Benz, on track, got it scared on my kinfolk

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, nigga, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side
Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)
Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, nigga, I'm ready to slide
Yeah, the nigga had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side
Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five
Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, nigga shot me seven times but he died
Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' a 9
I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50 & CEO Trayle]
I don't really shoot at legs, lil' nigga, I want your head, your brain, your spine
Just 'cause we fucked, don't mean she mine
41 both wrist, I can't tell time
With a Glock 23, I'm Mike in his prime
Before we fuck, bitch, sniff this line
I took Champ chain 'cause I like how it shine
I'm twenty years old, got niggas tryna sign
I'm still doin' crimes, nigga, fuck these rhymes
I killed so much, give a fuck 'bout dyin'
C4, who you want? Nigga, you ain't gotta slide (Yeah, I'ma jump out the car with Q50, he dyin')
Cops say that they hate me, I had they ass cryin'
I'm up eight hats, start pendin' at nine
That 10 hit his head and blew out his mind and go
My bitch-ass opps always doin' that bappin' like I ain't come on every block and start clappin'
Make niggas disappear, I know how to do magic
Got a body on every block, I ain't just rappin' (On folks grave)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, nigga, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)
Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, nigga, I'm ready to slide
Yeah, the nigga had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side
Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five
Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, nigga shot me seven times but he died
Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' the 9
I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind