R.T.R Uni! - Clutchin Lyrics

Why do these niggas be running they mouth on the net
Hop in a whip take off on in a vette
Shawty wanna be vamp, said give me yo neck
I'm a keep rappin, ain't breaking no sweat

My brother, he's slide, I know he got switch
Empty the clip so I know I you ain't miss
I been sippin top-shelf I can't f*ck wit no tris'
F*ck all that hatin, I stay out the mix

Mix za with the wock oh, yeah, I been trippin
Shawty gon' suck my soul, till i'm finish
I'ma up my pole if a nigga keep bitchin
Know some niggas that trap, they stay in the kitchen

I got niggas that rap, but they be wit it
Send my lil nigga, give a f*ck both a sentance
Used to be bad as hell, I was playing my mama Smithen
Lockin her jaws, but she keep on lickin

Glock in my drawers, I keep on grippin
Think I'm having withdrawls, I keep on clutchin
Done popped me a pill, I ain't feel nothin
Pop me another, now I'm out of body

Ask bout a body, I don't know nothin' bout it
Rockstar bitch, and she got a body
I slide on my boots, you know that I'm steppin
All black shit, my fit not rep

All that chattin on the net, get checked
Nigga keep dissin', on gang that's a bet
Poppin out simple, got a Glock and a tec
Gotta watch who I beef with, niggas be fed

Aim above the waist, I ain't hittin no legs
Spin around that bitch, make sure that nigga dead
I'm in that Tesla, take off
I'm on some dumb shit, my top gone

Slide fa' my brothers, they right or they wrong
Ia' crash out, nigga, watch yo tone
Brand new bust down, watch who tone
Come around here, I send yo ass home

One shot, one kill, I aim for the dome
Poppin aht' trim, I'm rockin' that chrome
Hell yeah, gotta go play, hit my phone
They on that other shit, I'm in mode

Yeah, I been throwed, but I'm in my zone
Why do these niggas be runnin'
They mouth on the net
Talkin' allat' shit, gon' get a bitch stretched

My Vamp came from heaven on baby, she blessed
I'ma keep rappin', ain't breakin' no sweat
My brother, he slide, I know he got switch
Empty that clip, so you know you ain't miss

Sippin' Top Shelf, nigga, f*ck that Trish
F*ck allat' hatin', I stay out the mix
Mix Za with the Wock, yeah, I'm trippin
Shawty gon' suck me up til' I'm finished

I'm my pole if a nigga keep bitchin
Know some niggas that trap, they stay in the kitchen
My niggas, they rap, but they be wit it
Send my lil' nigga, f*ck dat lil sentance

I used to be bad as hell, was playin' with my mama Smithen
Lockin' her jaw', but she keep on lippin
Glock in my draws, I keep on grippin
Think I'm havin' withdrawals, I keep on clutchin

Done popped me a pill, I ain't feel nothin
Popped me another, now I'm out of body
Ask but a body, I don't know nothin' bout it
Rockstar bitch, and she got a, uh, uh