CJ Youngin' - How Itis Lyrics

Yh I'm a clapper, sackå
Lacka, I'm flyer den nasa, u claim u a thug u not even a real niga
It ain't my birthday but im trinna get this cake up, my drip like d laker
I don't need a girl u can have her
U niggas scared to show de real u ya niggaz wearing makeup
I shoot deep shots u niggas shorting layups
Ima preacher like a pastor, getting money ain't a disaster
U niggas acting like lil sisters, im a money getter
Poor ppl in da streets walking around wit ju feet
I'm balling wit no clits. My diamond so chill wen I put them on they have a sit
Dis hoes got holes so don't fall in da pit; my style sick
I'm wilding but I'm not nick, wen I get money I'm taking a pic
Yh ur girl she be taking a sip. Yh I be biting her nip
No blood, no crip, young Zoe that's how it is, how it is