Rip Clayco Remix by Fouroxys Lyrics
(Verse:)
I’m gettin paper where the news at
Been getting money shoulda knew that
You ain’t got no cheese where yo blue at?
Run through the money been blew that
Spent 10k got new racks
You tellin 12 you a new rat
See a new opp like “who’s that?”
And I been gang since a youngin
I ain’t have to rob for nothin
New louis belt on my body when the hip bend I'm clutchin
Sixteen rounds in this G-19 it’s finna get bussin
Whole clip in yo body leave yo body yeah leave yo body disgusting
Whole time i’m talkin bout choppa guns my mom hear this i’m not cussing
I need lean, tris, wock or act in my system i need some robitussin
And i stay down with that choppa brodie keep the ammo coming
And you see the opps right down the street I bet you get to dumping
(outro:)
I’m gettin paper where the news at
Been getting money shoulda knew that
You ain’t got no cheese where yo blue at?
Run through the money been blew that
Spent 10k got new racks
You tellin 12 you a new rat
See a new opp like “who’s that?”
And I been gang since a youngin
I ain’t have to rob for nothin
New louis belt on my body when the hip bend I'm clutchin
Sixteen rounds in this G-19 it’s finna get bussin
Whole clip in yo body leave yo body yeah leave yo body disgusting
Whole time i’m talkin bout choppa guns my mom hear this i’m not cussing
I need lean, tris, wock or act in my system i need some robitussin
And i stay down with that choppa brodie keep the ammo coming
And you see the opps right down the street I bet you get to dumping
I’m gettin paper where the news at
Been getting money shoulda knew that
You ain’t got no cheese where yo blue at?
Run through the money been blew that
Spent 10k got new racks
You tellin 12 you a new rat
See a new opp like “who’s that?”
And I been gang since a youngin
I ain’t have to rob for nothin
New louis belt on my body when the hip bend I'm clutchin
Sixteen rounds in this G-19 it’s finna get bussin
Whole clip in yo body leave yo body yeah leave yo body disgusting
Whole time i’m talkin bout choppa guns my mom hear this i’m not cussing
I need lean, tris, wock or act in my system i need some robitussin
And i stay down with that choppa brodie keep the ammo coming
And you see the opps right down the street I bet you get to dumping
(outro:)
I’m gettin paper where the news at
Been getting money shoulda knew that
You ain’t got no cheese where yo blue at?
Run through the money been blew that
Spent 10k got new racks
You tellin 12 you a new rat
See a new opp like “who’s that?”
And I been gang since a youngin
I ain’t have to rob for nothin
New louis belt on my body when the hip bend I'm clutchin
Sixteen rounds in this G-19 it’s finna get bussin
Whole clip in yo body leave yo body yeah leave yo body disgusting
Whole time i’m talkin bout choppa guns my mom hear this i’m not cussing
I need lean, tris, wock or act in my system i need some robitussin
And i stay down with that choppa brodie keep the ammo coming
And you see the opps right down the street I bet you get to dumping