Clap your hands to the beat.
Clap your hands to the beat.
Clap your hands to the beat.
Clap your hands to the beat.
If you came tonight and you feel on go, somebody say it.
Whoa!
Yeah.
And you don't stop.
I stay loose like a decayed youth.
All shots like Babe Ruth.
Sippin' the Grey Goose that hates you.
The rap you hate is just Mac.
It's on the Mac to blaze up the track, Black.
My style, when I be ripping this, it's like shallow hell before the hypnotist.
E-S.
Cash me saying I hate you.
Cause I spit shit that they can't relate to.
Like have a bag of girls date you.
Wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you.
Have a dope beat, makers wanna mace you.
fans chase you cats scared to face you plus i stay in the latest gear
This red stripe ain't to make you dare.
Is that Prada?
No doubt, now you can find us.
Buying out the bars like we're paying ghost writers now.
Young ladies, throw your drinks up.
Make your waist and the baseline sync up.
To my thot cats with they arms hicked up Throw em up, what?
Throw em up, what?
To my fly girls lookin' pretty Throw your things up, rep your city Everybody, if y'all with me Throw em up, what?
What?
What?
We came with five chicks who say they models Sippin' out the bell, we just like it was a bottle Meet up with Sha Sun, we just the freshest Passive front, my fucker gets less Who is this?
Slide to the bar seat, drink your Bacardi, no need for Pepsi And when I'm sippin' grey, no need for ocean spray Flackin' down this dime with a glass of penicillin
That's for you, darlin', let's go and sit a while When we sat down, she told me that she liked my style Oh really now, this girl wants to play your games Give out the brain and I didn't even catch her name No, that shit is ill Beyond the always tell hoes To hop the orange line and take the broken ass to tell hoes
But yo, it gets worse, cause I tipped out the club with a burberry purse.
Young 80s, throw your drinks up.
Make your waist and the baseline sink up.
So my thug cats with their arms inked up.
Throw them up, what?
Throw them up, what?
To my fly girls looking pretty.
Throw your things up, rep your city Everybody, if y'all with me
What?
What?
What?
In the 80s club, listen it to Falco.
Where the chicks looking like when it's patrols.
Well, your girl's eating apple.
It's riding on a size Aldo.
I'm so live.
Flow, I provide.
In NY, I keep a gully like no tide.
Shorty said I'm so mean, cause I'm and she was
What does that mean?
Yo, that's just my reason.
I told you, you'll understand when you're older.
I'm a soldier.
I'm going with you, shit.
No, you can leave your paypal when I say when.
A giant in the make don't stand at
Go straight to hell and I plan to make friends.
So young ladies, throw your drinks up.
Make your waist and the baseline sink up.
So my thug cats with their gums inked up.
Throw them up, what?
Throw them up, watch, to my fly girls looking pretty.
Throw your things up, rep your city.
Everybody, if you're with me.
Throw them off what, what, what?
Clap your hands to the beat.
Clap your hands to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
That's a head to the beat.
