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[Intro:Daveed Diggs]
It's Clipping, bitch.

[Verse 1:Daveed Diggs]
What do they need?
Powder, weed or Adderall?
Let them in slow.
Settle them in.
Cali', and know when they step in the doors and seeing all the hoes,
Cutting coke in the kitchen and cooking over the stove,
Ain't wearing none of their clothes and it's closed and it go like that.
Never wanna have to show the strap,
But you got one,
And it got drums that hold hundreds of bills,
Old and crumpled,
And real soldiers humbling,
Huddling round their heaters,
Competing for millimeters
Like "Who cock the biggest?"
What you got significant.
Locked and loaded, I'm patrolling peyote hallucinate,
And the realest shit going on with the homies the only way to get over it,
Is to get your weight up, and pray over all of the bodies,
Of border walking killers is hiding beside the fact of the matter the gats will splatter at will.
Every bunny in the jungle know it's kill or be killed.
Come get it.

[Verse 2:Daveed Diggs]
It ain't no fun,
If it ain't cocaine in the system buddy,
But I ain't got none.
To do it the way OG's banging,
Bitch wanna get sprayed to run.
And getting away with it anyway,
Anybody can get it,
Get it?
Got it.
God damn it.
Can't believe today was a good day,
When it seem like every other day is a hood day.
Do you see the irony?
He don't know nothing about it,
This murder ain't bout nothing but,
Murdering snitches and burning bridges with all the bitches who used to swing on the dick like it's good for physical fitness.
You fitting to, but no bullshitting.
Well better start hitting switches in that,
Low, low.
Drop it until it about to hit the floor, floor.
Can't nobody stop it when it go, go.
Gadget on a ratchet like a hatchet,
How she chop and screw the dick up licking after all the wood,
The been blowed good,
And blowed up.
Get thowed and running up in the guts and busting.
Come get it.

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Woop, Woop.
That's the sound of the end of the party.
Chew up the molly.
Quick, pick up all the guns and get rowdy.
Better be the best if they trying to be the definition of every of hood motherfuckers contorted vision.
They snorting the game,
Sporting the flyest of fashion passionately.
Wanna get some action, the bed,
Make sure the camera can see.
The fuck wanna enter in a war with a veteran?
Who got a score to settle with motherfuckers for medelling?
You think about the kettle, the pot has been plotting blowing until blue.
And they face crews,
Wanna be true,
Claiming that you,
Pocket or not,
Back it up drop,
All that you got,
Into the bag,
Made a tax right off.
Take it right off that ass.
Now flip it,
Dip it,
Brake it,
The foot on the gas,
Go ahead and clip it,
Pop it, shake it,
And make it go fast.
The days of painting for fascination a thing of the past,
Well, get your paper or partner,
You talking cash, they talking fast.
Come get it.