Clips And Slugs remix

Intro

Ayy, this that fast talk, real street shit

Look

Verse 1

Hopped out the whip, hoodie tight, Glock on my waist ain't showin' that bitch

Opp on the corner, he runnin' his lips, so I slide with the stick, drop low as I dip

Talkin' tough, but he softer than shit, watch who you diss, 'cause I come with a hit

Spot him, I pop him, now folks in a fit, smokin' on opps, give a fuck who he with

Double back fast, got shells in the mag, catch me in traffic, it's never a lag

Bro got the wheel, I just aim and I blast, left his ass slumped, now he stuck to the grass

Ain't no remorse, it's a part of the code, young niggas wildin', we up in that mode

Saw what I did, had to get up and go, masked up, hoodie down, duckin' them trolls

Chorus

I hopped out, gave him two shots, then I took off runnin'

Heart never droppin', that Glock in my hand, my mind just gunnin'

These niggas talk big but they all get split, yeah we on somethin'

Ain't showin' no love, just clips and slugs, all my niggas thuggin'

Verse 2

Skrrt off the block with the 30, ain't dirty, the fuckin' police can't catch me, I'm swervin'

Bitch on my dick, but I'm chasin' the murder, won't stop 'til the opps gettin' buried, no worries

Bustin' that iron, no cappin' or lyin', send threats on the net, he ain't really no lion

We slide for respect, put his ass in a stretch, all my niggas some demons, they never quit tryin'

I remember them nights on the backstreet, circle up, black tees, all black, we creepin'

Ain't sayin' no names, fuck snitch, he weepin', caught him lackin' at the store, now his whole block leakin'

Glock with the switch make a nigga do flips, he a bitch, on the set, I ain't ever gon' trip

Pop out just me, Glock 23, unload, reload, now he rest from the beef

Chorus

I hopped out, gave him two shots, then I took off runnin'

Heart never droppin', that Glock in my hand, my mind just gunnin'

These niggas talk big but they all get split, yeah we on somethin'

Ain't showin' no love, just clips and slugs, all my niggas thuggin'

Verse 3

Lil bro in the cut, got a tool on his lap,

Lost too many niggas, no goin' out sad.

Jump out the cut, I let off, watch 'em scatter,

Whole hood hot but we still makin' shit splatter.

Caught him by Payless, that nigga froze up,

Looked in his face, he ain't built, he just bluff.

Fuck all that talkin', I'm really outside,

Glock with a drum, it's a day he won't survive.

Police on dick but I'm changin' my lane,

Phone 'nem just called, heard the opps got stained.

Posted with killers, ain't none of 'em tame,

Move like the mob and this life ain't a game.

Chorus

I hopped out, gave him two shots, then I took off runnin'

Heart never droppin', that Glock in my hand, my mind just gunnin'

These niggas talk big but they all get split, yeah we on somethin'

Ain't showin' no love, just clips and slugs, all my niggas thuggin'

Chorus

I hopped out, gave him two shots, then I took off runnin'

Heart never droppin', that Glock in my hand, my mind just gunnin'

These niggas talk big but they all get split, yeah we on somethin'

Ain't showin' no love, just clips and slugs, all my niggas thuggin'

Verse 4: Young Voice

Switch on the Glock, that drum get to humming

Twenty-three rounds, it’ll keep niggas running

Slide through your block, windows down, I’m gunnin’

Mama say pray, but my soul steady numbin’

Caught him out front, let it rain where he lay

We lightin’ them candles, it’s pain everyday

Respect for the dead, put a name on a chain

Bros that I lost, steady stuck in my brain

Ain’t playin’ with ops, I was raised by the streets

Long live my dogs, only strong ones eat

Seen too much death, put respect when you speak

Glocks with the drum, knock a fuckboy off beat