Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clappin', artist - Yung EmkayDate of issue: 13.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clappin' |
| Yeah, yeah |
| FOTY, FOTY, FOTY |
| Finesser of the year, lil bitch |
| Finesser of the year, lil bitch |
| Yeah, bitch |
| I’m on the block, you know I keep a ratchet |
| You don’t want war, I take your shit, we snatching |
| Gucci all on me, dripping when I’m stepping |
| I’m with gang so we can get the clapping |
| Ran up a sack, you do know it happen |
| Two forty seven be the life I’m repping |
| Niggas be phony, yeah, they really capping |
| My niggas really slangin', yeah, we trapping |
| Couple thotties in my bed right now |
| You ain’t got cash, pussy boy, pipe down |
| I just took your bitch, you wondering how |
| Money hungry, bitch, I need it right now |
| If she ain’t fucking get the fuck out my house |
| Water on me and you thought it’s a drought |
| Sipping codeine, fuck you talking about? |
| OG gas on me came straight from the South |
| That ho talk too much, put my dick in her mouth |
| I stay on the streets, bitch, I don’t need your clout |
| I’m on the stage pouring lean in the crowd |
| I’m a finesser, I need large amounts |
| I just pulled up with a bad bitch |
| Yeah, my niggas, we is savage |
| I might shoot a nigga up in traffic |
| Just hit a nigga with the address |
| I’m on the block, you know I keep a ratchet |
| You don’t want war, I take your shit, we snatching |
| Gucci all on me, dripping when I’m stepping |
| I’m with gang so we can get the clapping |
| Ran up a sack, you do know it happen |
| Two forty seven be the life I’m repping |
| Niggas be phony, yeah, they really capping |
| My niggas really slangin', yeah, we trapping |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Wipe your nose (Slatt) |
| Just like clean niggas (Dig) |
| Fucking on your ho (Yeah) |
| And I mean it (Let's go) |
| Chopper hold that beam |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Beaming shit (Yeah) |
| Baby gon' pop that bean |
| She know I’m on that lean, lil bitch (Yeah) |
| Use your lips (Woah) |
| Come suck this dick (Suck this dick) |
| .40 on the hip (.40 on the hip) |
| Boy, you better get help (Boy, you better get help) |
| No racks (Boy, no racks) |
| Your ass gets skipped (Your ass gets skipped) |
| Racks on my neck (Racks on my neck) |
| Ice chandelier (Ice chandelier) |
| Thumbing through it |
| Diamonds real water hitting in the neck |
| With a big TEC, leave you out to rest |
| With a big TEC, leave you out to death |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Got shit like masses plenty (Huh) |
| With a Pyrex pot in that kitchen (That kitchen) |
| And I’m serving all these lil niggas |
| I’m on the block, you know I keep a ratchet |
| You don’t want war, I take your shit, we snatching |
| Gucci all on me, dripping when I’m stepping |
| I’m with gang so we can get the clapping |
| Ran up a sack, you do know it happen |
| Two forty seven be the life I’m repping |
| Niggas be phony, yeah, they really capping |
| My niggas really slangin', yeah, we trapping |
| I got codeine in my system |
| She complain but I won’t listen |
| Send two shots, bitch, I ain’t missing |
| Yung Emkay, I bring the wisdom |
| Sipping drank and you can’t get none |
| Give no fuck 'bout where you came from |
| Claim you got hoes but can’t name one |
| I fuck hoes but I won’t save 'em |
| I get the cash, bitch (Ayy, yeah) |
| I just caught a fuckin' body, wrap it up in plastic (Ayy, yeah) |
| Mama cryin', daddy cryin', yeah, I know it’s tragic (Ayy, yeah) |
| Spend the money, get it back, pockets gymnastic |
| Yeah, my niggas living lavish |
| I’m on the block, you know I keep a ratchet |
| You don’t want war, I take your shit, we snatching |
| Gucci all on me, dripping when I’m stepping |
| I’m with gang so we can get the clapping |
| Ran up a sack, you do know it happen |
| Two forty seven be the life I’m repping |
| Niggas be phony, yeah, they really capping |
| My niggas really slangin', yeah, we trapping |
| I’m on the block, you know I keep a ratchet |
| You don’t want war, I take your shit, we snatching |
| Gucci all on me, dripping when I’m stepping |
| I’m with gang so we can get the clapping |
| Ran up a sack, you do know it happen |
| Two forty seven be the life I’m repping |
| Niggas be phony, yeah, they really capping |
| My niggas really slangin', yeah, we trapping |