[Chorus:]
Clash, all I do is clash
Keep that lane and take your milage man
I like my drapes to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
If you walking I'm gonna splash you
And if I see you we gonna clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the poochie with the gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my sh** be clashing
I hate hurdles with a pa**ion
I see it when we smashing
[Verse 1:]
Clashing, clashing, all my n***as clashing
Past around that trash man
You know these n***as trashing
n***as got k**ed you use to
I don't know what happened
Playing card with Gucci
Matched that chain, turned into fashion
I just thought of rapping
Now we start trapping
Close to as fine n***a
You can call me papi
You can call me daddy
Cause I use to sew your manhood
Gucci Mane your ganster
I got groceries to the grammys
Run through some valleys
And my cutla** super reckless
Hold that crystal had to worries
And my n***as set the damange
Talk my n***as on
And the hood couldn't even handle it
These n***as I role with, will k** these n***as in your family
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[Verse 2:]
I mix the pimping with the rapping b**h
Twin from robbery, know I'd slap you
Know I done this sh**
Call Gucci cause he only want to spot this sh** (spot this sh**)
The only real n***a first
From Alanta peak
It's Ogd, I bought this sh** for real
Ain't never have a motherf**ing gangster real
This 20k
I got them white for real
Call these motherf**ers
They like keep it real
Ogd (Ogd), don't follow me (don't follow me)
You know I pack that steal
Then I pop a n***a for real
Don't violate me
I ain't calling nobody
I'm on my own n***a
Ask the streets about me
O.G.D
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[Verse 3:]
Put that money I be smashing
Two hundred on the dash
Pick that a** and smash
Marley's got me clash hands
Designers mix match things
Haters with a pa**ion
Send me to hoe
The way these diamonds be flashing
Go out selling it
They mean a ten clashing
Choppers get the blast
p**y jump side like a rabbit
Yea my b**h is cla**ic
Exoctic but she nasty
Money over b**hes
So the money I got to have it
You think I'm gonna die
The way these diamonds got these carrots
The haters talk behind my back
I think they need a parrot
You think I'm in my zone
The way you n***a be trapping
I'll haunt you with these bullets
When they gone to get the clappers
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