Clappah

I got that big booty clappah

I'm gon do it proper

Impressed with my pimp posture

Pimp of the year, I smack your father

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Pushing pills now they're off green like a golfer

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Super chill, Bustin a thrill

As i light one for lil will

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I aint gon remember him, but still

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I give him vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

To make karma come faster than he normally will

he ever fuck around, he will make a bitch kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Forever I run and i aint never gun stop

My high school boyfriend sykin', my side niggah ain't take his pill

No i ain't got a deal, but its part of a common drill