Boosie Badazz Clutchin (feat. Dee Rogers)
[Intro]
[?] on the track
[Verse 1: Dee Rogers]
I brought the .40 in this bitch so don't even look at me
A bitch ain't never took from me
And your big dog a bitch to me
Made one call, we clear the scene
I left the booth and sold a P
I used to jack a soldiery
Don't mask up, bitch gon' know it's me
It's my trap, don't bring a ho round me (Fuck your ho round here)
[Chorus: Dee Rogers]
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm f..cked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt)
[Verse 2: Dee Rogers]
Hold up, I up that fire on him
Told him I was gon' buy, but I lied to him (I lied)
He didn't see it comin', plus my partner right on side of him
I'm with my young hittas, thеy teenagers, it's like five of thеm
For Dee Rogers, they gon' die for him (They gon' slide for him)
Ho, ain't on no rap shit
I'm prayin' for my brother, he like to clap shit
Don't touch my dawg, you might get slapped bitch (Slap that ho)
On gang
I brought that ratchet with me
Still f..ckin' with big O 'cause he was jackin' with me
Pistol-whip them, had to smack 'em with me
And we'll shoot this bitch up (On Blood)
And we'll shoot this bitch up (Ho)
And we'll shoot this bitch up, don't give a f..ck
A nigga claimin' that he tough
I brought that pump, it fill him up (Fill that bitch up)
[Chorus: Dee Rogers]
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm f..cked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt, bitch)
E-everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
Everybody round me clutchin'
Everybody round me clutchin'
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
I'm f..cked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt)
[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
I got one, he got one, she got one (Bitch)
If they play, they go late, we gon' stomp one (Bitch)
My lil' dawg on parole but he still got his pole
He ain't puttin' that bitch down, that's how we live in the fold (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me bustin' head (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me never scared of bein' dead (Bitch)
Everybody 'round me ready to dirt dog a opp in his head
All of us got .30's, clutchin' bang, big pressure
Know I gotta keep two Glocks, I'm a main nigga
My dawg got two .50 Glocks, he a gravedigger
Bitch, you gon' get blues, and I know which one to use
Drag him from the ripper, 7.62's
Pussy bitch we clutchin'
