Starlito - Clap for Him lyrics

[Intro/Hook] I'm down for the cause, but you shouldn't have to ask that f**in' with the squad will get that a** clapped You n***as fell off, like Owen Hart's last match Fake a** rappers with all of they trap rap I really wish you'd hush it Shut the f** up, you ain't talking bout nothin' My n***as'll clap for me, like trouble, trouble they ALL bustin' Some of 'em locked up, some fresh out cause they already done it (Gun Sounds) [Verse] Got this 30-round, there's 5 of yall, so that's 6 a piece But I bet the charges won't stick, like my Swisher Sweets It's my birthday, let's smoke this whole Christmas tree 9 with the red dot, let's party like my n***a free (FREE RED DOT!) So go an make a song 'bout what you NOT gon'do And if you play me wrong I'll bring them shots to you Two matching Glock 9s and that chopper too Got my goonies suiting up like it's private school Clap-on, clap-off lights out, night night b**h Wonder what you gon' do now,you don't have me to write your sh** I booked like 7 shows and went and iced my wrist Then bought a pound of OG kush, it's just the life I live I might of f**ed her twice but I don't like the b**h Air Force fly, we got mutant straps, we on that Nike sh** You rappin' and you can't afford a car? Get a job; petty, broke b**h, we know who you are Wait, we know who you ain't, just left out the bank Double shot to the back of yo' head make that a** plank Smoke 'til I faint, drink 'til I c-ain't Just say my name, that's just like playing with my aim, BANG Big 5-7 SN and it's light grey When I see him, I'm gon' pop that p**y, like my escape date My Dickies full of racks, I think I'm Mike J Cook-Up Boss done broke the bu*tons on my microwave I'm on my Hustleman, that's Remy with the Rose' And it's just money, baby; at least that's what Po' say Love Life Live Large, Marty say it's on the way f** wit us and you ain't keep it real, well that was yo' mistake My homie Lil E he wheelchair grindin, but he can put you on yo' feet Cashville waiting on that Grind Hard 3 And these n***as know they can't f** wit me 1.2, I heard they cut the check? Nah I was twitter-jacked Lil sh** head b**h run and tell em that Who I signed wit? I ain't gon' tell em yet Got a million on star? No thank you, where the rest of it at? Grind Hard's my entity, 60-thousand twenty tees Separation anxiety but no issues with dependency n***as with these ho tendencies, stay out of my business please n***as with these ho tendencies, stay out of my business PLEASE Got a movie coming that I wrote myself For the last 12 months I had nobody help No radio song when I put myself on, that's why I be yellin Grind Hard til my d**h [Outro] f** y'all, not you, I mean all of y'all f** y'all, not you, I mean all of y'all