Clyde

You a broke bitch, stop actin like ya got it/ I see that shit I cop it, yee ain’t gotta count my pockets/ mix the work up with the hustle an I took off like a rocket/ manifest it in my optic dot my eyes them Tees I cross it/ im bout that life I promise take you out if you ain’t honest/ I ain’t trippin bout no bitch you know I’ll always find Anotha/ jus a player from the trenches an I get it from my motha/ smooth just like some butta, a killer without the gutta/ shoulda paid me sooner cuz now you gone pay me double/ don’t make me crash out king, ion want no trouble/ slide on emmmm, let me burst it like a bubble/ open up the bag an throw the shit up in the duffle/ never cared bout them tears let it build up like a puddle/ I’m ridin low I’m feeling high, take me on that suicide/ Bonnie yea she call me Clyde, talk my shit I Neva lied/ break it down them prices high run it up right to the sky/ Yo fuck a hook, lemme spazz… worship the cash/ fill up the bag, swervvv on em, an I never crash/ came up from that bottom boy you know I from the fuckin trash/ baptize through the hustle i ain’t take no bath/ motion got me coastin break it down an now we kosher/ you ain’t really put in work you prolly out here like a poser/ it’s the bottom of the 9th and ya boy I’m feelin like a closer/ You really want it bad? You really wanna hustle/