Sheek Louch – Clip Up (Reloaded) lyrics

Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher, they say sheep's on fire
I feel like death jam, just sound starter mayer
I've been a g since I was chewin' on a pacifier
I keep that nick cannon with me, no Mariah
They say the hood is mine,
It's like the nigger was born against the wind
She, Johhny Frankenstein,
My auto-mo is pretty as camorra Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol' niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya know the deal
I'm roasting at p.p. all your spill
10 thousand may get you a walk through
And no less depending who you talk to
I came through, c.d., lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for,
We sorry to say for our toons
D block this is for my toons, cop back
Cop back

Yeah, broad day no mass off, Nicky Clap
My best customer is a soldier boy at Ricky,
Just casino, no spades or pity pay
It's going down in the hood nigger, plenty action
I'm doing the dishes, you doin some thrashin
My corner mansion, your crew's relaxing
Guess who win the kitchen? Guess who moving,
Public information these are proving facts
They're fine with the OJ's
And down bottom somewhere hot, but no breeze
And dinner with young millionaires,
This is o keys, just sit back
Talk shit and blow trees
My outfit's un-wearable, my shoes don't fit you
My pain's unbearable
But niggers didn't listen to my shit
Ain't hearing ya, I've been that nigger dog,
You always been terrible
That's why the label ain't clear
The day you decided to come through

Cop back,
Cop back

Get actin late from the crooks,
Wager for, apple made the book
Real gangster, all our honeys have to take a look
In the building but they have to take a move
Get at you, look at you, you're a donny on the hook
I'm a getting money nigger but griming with the jukes
Name the block the is jewelers on
It would be the same block is, on
New M5, new,
Yeah I'm the boss but I still get my shooter on
Like I care who you around, I take long shots
NBA shoot around, long shots
Get your hommie to pull the hoop around
Get your girl to pull the hoop around
The only thing you're missing is the glitter
Follow nigger, we ain't even talk about Twitter

Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for
We sorry to say for our toons
D block this is for my toons, cop back
Cop back.