Clutch

Saint Michael Stewart

Came up here, said I had to listen to some music to get my soul touched
I say your soul touched
Bitch, you had to beat that bitch so bad that I felt kind of sorry, man
cause bitch had to go to the hospital and that's why I'm out here hustling some sticks
These days my niggas, we comin' in clutch, now bitches come round, they wanna be friends
I smell that fake shit all over their breath when they talkin', man
Same bitch would leave me on read, back in the day
Now I'm getting checks, just like nike I do it man, that is my flex
Pretty soon I'm bout to pop on a tech, yeah, yeah
Name on the bed like I'm Richard, I'm in it, let's get it
You niggas won't know when I'm finished, shit's dangerous
Hopped out the whip and my buds was foreign, brought up to the club and we ran it
(let's go)
Made all the pits look they played goosebumps
And we hopped around like some rabbits we too pumped
Didn't even know where I was man, was too drunk
Cause niggas turned around and started looking like Oolong
Most of that night, can't remember, we came in there lit, turned that bitch to a furnace
Went hard on the drip
Bitches was trippin', then slipped around us, It was steady
Won't say if I hit
I did a few, think I'm 40 and 0
Way I'm going, I think that I'm on one, you know
So I might as well fuck it
And ball like my first name LaMello
My eyes on the goal
Call me Mbappe, man
I'm going one verses to all of you niggas, yeah, that is the aim
And I got a scope, while I'm covering the snow, so you motherfuckers know that I'm hella cold
Ice on your wrist, got that shit in my veins
Clearly, nigga, me and you ain't the same
Last night, I had a baddie give me brain, yeah
What?
For real, I'm having too much fun, bro
Come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These days my niggas, we coming in clutch
Now, bitches come around, they wanna be friends
I smell that fake shit all over their breath when they talking, man
Same bullshit, leave me on- ay
Hate playing with you sorry ass niggas, they don't like to keep score
Want em to remember that shit so they know that I'm not one to fuck with
Yeah, yeah
And just so you know, I'm ready to go at any time, bro
Yeah, look, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to, uh, uh, look
These days my niggas, we coming in clutch
Now, bitches come around, they wanna be friends
I smell that fake shit all over their breath when they talking, man
Same bitch would leave me on- ay
These my niggas, we coming in clutch
Now, bitches come around, they wanna be friends
I smell that fake shit all over their breath when they talking, man
Same bitch, leave me on- ay
Big man come through, I'm here to end you
Big man come through, I'm here to- uh
Big man come through, I'm here to end you
Big man come through, I'm here to- uh
Big man come through, I'm here to end you
Big man come through, I'm here to- uh
Big man come through, I'm here to end you
Big, big, big, big, big, big

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