Kunci: A minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
you can make it clap
Like you gon' bust it to homies
and we ain't bustin' back
We dare one of y 'all to
come and diss the turf
For 30 -some years, we done put in work
Now it's understood, it's gang time
Tellin' through the hood,
throwin' gang signs
We gon' make a trip to your town
Dm
Clapper, clapper, clapper,
Em
Am
when the wig don't match
10 a .m. boy just leaving out the drive -thru
Six niggas, two cars, me muggin' in sky blue
I ain't scared though, I roll down my window
4 -5 on my lap, I clap if things can't fold
So I ask, yeah, what set you from?
Homie said it's turf
and then he reach for his gun
Dm
Am
I pull out my 4 -5, it's finna be so live
But lucky for these buses,
5 -0 had to pass by
So I said, yeah, remember the gang
Burner on my lap,
Dm
you best remember the name
Am
If we ever meet again,
you shall remember the same
Cause my bullets flatten loose
Dm
Am
and they gon' aim for your brain, bitch
Like you gon' bust it to homies
and we ain't bustin' back
We dare one of y 'all to
come and diss the turf
For thirty -some years,
we done put in work
Dm
Now it's understood that
Tellin' through the hood,
throwin' gang signs
We gon' make a trip to your town
Dm
Clapper, clapper, clapper, clapper,
Am
Em
Am
clapper when the victim fell
12 p .m loaded up with no ski mask
jump up out the car and knock
hard is how we blast
we smash on our enemy
the same day the AK front us up
it's called a game face location
your hood is the main place
and we gon' shoot anybody up on the damn gate
using trouble your mouth need a muzzle and the cage
i turn your body parts into a puzzle
tell your man don't be scared
he gon' die too
You shoulda started that beat
down at the drive -thru
I too got family and friends
Yours is in the coffin,
Dm
Am
mine's driving the Benz, bitch
But you gon' bust it to homies
and we ain't bustin' back
We dare one of y 'all to
come and diss the turf
For 30 -some years, we done put in work
Dm
Now it's understood that
Tellin' through the hood,
throwin' gang signs
We gon' make a trip to your town
Dm
Clapper, Clapper, Clapper,
Em
Am
When the wake don't sound 8am,
someone knocking at the door
It probably be the folks,
Glock is in my dresser, dro
I yell, who is it,
at the same time I'm cocking back
Cause if they knock at the kid,
I plan on knocking back
It's the homie saying it's time to ride,
fool
Just had words with niggas
at the drive -thru
I, too, had it happen to me
Call up all the bastards,
Dm
Am
we can pack in the Jeep
It's no relaxin' when you
blastin' the heat
And knockin' on they house,
make it hard to sleep
Look, now all the homies
jumpin' outta the Benz
Load the burners up, boys,
cause it's time for revenge, bitch
But you gon' bust it to homies
and we ain't bustin' back
We dare one of y 'all to
Dm
Am
come and diss the turf
For 30 -some years, we done put in work
Dm
Now it's understood that
Sellin' through the hood, going gang sign
F
We gon' make a trip to your town
Dm
Am
Clappin' when you're with your man
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