Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clockwork, artist - Ay Huncho
Date of issue: 09.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clockwork |
Big bangers happening, you don’t understand bruv |
Wallahi, hah |
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row |
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home |
Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on |
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told |
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top |
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop |
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top |
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock |
She play her role to a T, she stay on go for a G |
I tell her go lil freak, my opps come around, she don’t speak |
She fix me a smoke and a tea, she goin' ten toes for a G |
She livin' like ghost for the week, while I stay on road for the week |
Any problems get handled, we can’t smoke with no standard |
Leave the Grammy on the mantle, at the parties that you can’t go |
Think it’s luck how the man rose, but really all of this is planned though |
Stu set up like a bando, no guarantees, I took a chance though |
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row |
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home |
Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on |
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told |
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top |
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop |
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top |
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock |
Yeah she fuckin' with Ay Huncho, I told her go wrap up the bundles |
I told her go stack up the bundles, she wearin' no pants when I come through |
When I walk they don’t speak hate, runnin' fast like a relay |
Been a boss since the sixth grade, Lamborghini, it switch lanes |
Hit the spot, I got ammo, I’m in the bush with the camo |
Jumpin' out like I’m Rambo, yeah I’m lit like candle |
Ten toes, no sandals, play with the pussy like banjo |
All of the spots I done ran through, wrap up the body like Cancun |
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row |
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home |
Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on |
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told |
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top |
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop |
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top |
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock |
The Rollie on ice, we rollin' like dice |
I got extra spice, you talkin' like mice |
We higher than kites, I"m winnin' the fights |
I got all these lights, I’m shinin' to glow |
You cuffin' a ho, I’m movin' the blow |
We roll on the low, how cold on the snow |
Fuck it up, yeah fuck it up |
Run it up, yeah run it up |
Livin' fast like I’m on the run |
Yeah I’m fast, yeah I’m with a gun |
Got extendo clip though |
And I’m risk on risk low |
Wrist froze like I’m Frozone |
And I’m in the zone zone |
Everybody on go, got your shawty front row |
She not even at a show, we just kicking it at home |
Next week postpone, she don’t love me 'cause I’m on |
She just sick of same old, mines a story never told |
I hope on the smoke, she hop on the coke, she hoppin' on top |
She got her own shit, she pullin' up swift if I send a drop |
I got on my shit, she topping me off while I play on top |
Like clockwork got her tickin', nothin' like the Rollie, don’t tock |
Yeah be careful in how you approach, be careful in how you step to me |
You don’t want to be that guy, you don’t want to be that hero, G |
Yeah, black panther from the area |
I’m the new king from the area, yeah |
The sauce that I drip, I cannot trip on none of you bitches |
I’m an OG, I’m overseas, takin' these pictures |
Mood Forever, that’s the ownership, yeah |
It’s lookin' like I would dive in when we pullin' out the dealership (Inshallah) |
I put the city on hold, I am real life goals |
It’s fuck you niggas I suppose, all for breakin' up the code |
They don’t know about loyalty, let me tell you how it goes |
You might as well throw us off of the bus 'cause we not hittin' up the road |
She pull up at 6, she wanted some dick, so I hit her quick |
You not with clique, you just a phony, you just a bitch |
You’re not takin' risks, you’re not livin' life |
You’re not man enough for this lifestyle where you livin' like, yeah |