Claressa Shields Video (MV)

(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Uh-huh

Nigga, I'm a paint sipper
I'm a pint spiller, I'm a drank getter
Damn, they look alike, but they ain't sisters
Ridin' through the hood in a BP, we in the tank trippin'
I need some more syrup, my drink tank empty
Took a ten out Wells Fargo, f*ck the bank teller
Them boys got too much money, let the bank tell it
Like, how the f*ck is that real zaza and we can't smell it?
Thirty-three percent THC, you can't even inhale it
This shit strong as, this shit
Nigga, this shit strong as Hercules
I still wanna f*ck Perklese, who got a Perc' for me?
I told unc' quit his job and come work for me
'Cause five, six thousand dollars a month like a shirt to me
That's just syrup to me, you just turtle green
I told my nigga, "Don't follow no trend, they done turned you cheap"
Bitch, you got kids and you ain't turnt, you weak
I'm mad as f*ck 'cause I just f*ck and I burnt a week
Like, why the f*ck it hurt to pee?
Bitch, that's piss, that ain't motherf*ckin' squirt to me
Bro almost hit a curb, he done jerked a V
I got an old assault rifle, tryna lurk the streets
Nigga, I was drinkin' Act' when syrup was cheap
I'm talkin' like two hundred a pint, it wouldn't go up to three
And I drunk Act' when it was high, my cup a G
And that's just an ounce, this shit gettin' f*ckin' steep
He never gonna get no dog shit, he like to f*ckin' sleep
I'ma play the game
Right now I'ma think for you, baby, say it in your brain, I need that for later
How much the drink come up to see? Grab a calculator
I seen a nigga get rich off a pack of papers
Baby, go sit, take a big risk and try to whack the mayor
I'm high as f*ck, I might hit Claressa Shields
And we can fight after we f*ck, throw fists for real
I never let a nigga throw fists with Will
A nigga ball his fists up and he gettin' killed
Left cash and right, fifty-five mill' I put it in my will
Like, how y'all get the coke from California, put it in the wheel?
I don't want no fine shit 'cause that's just a bill
I really want a project bitch 'cause them bitches steal
I really like the mix, bro, I don't like Tris for real
I been out for fifteen days, turned down sixteen deals
'Cause two labels called last Monday
I really wanna listen to my heart, but what the guns say?
Baby, turn around, what your thumbs say? That say Da'mario?
Take her in the weight room, we doin' cardio
Give me 20K and I'll host, don't go to parties, though
I ain't even did shit, what I say sorry for?
And, yes, I f*cked your sister, girl, y'all all some hoes
Hellcat growl up so loud, what you start it for?
I-I thought you was parkin', bro
Keep it real, you ain't never poured dark before
Nigga, you ain't never bought no seals, you just bought a fo'
Spent a million on a crib and then sixty racks, went and bought a flow
I went porcelain
I hit a lick for twenty bands and gave my lawyer ten
Don't go to court again