Clap Ya Mans

Y'all know what the fuck it is, man, it's Blixky
One of the realest niggas in my shit (Ooh, it's Zay B)
Rat ass nigga got me on death row fightin' for my life
But, you know I never been the fool
Real nigga since day one, facts
Free the real, free the trap (Ayy)
Real niggas link the fuck up (Look)

I caught a case, had my young nigga takin' them bricks
And my old man tipped off the feds
Dope wasn't mine, had a three mil' deal on the table
It still wasn't shit that I said
I kept it solid, was facin' the down
Said fuck it, let's fight it, I beat 'em, they mad
These niggas rats, they be droppin' them dimes
You be bringin' 'round us, you'll get hit with that lead
Thought he was solid, now he snitchin'
Dope in a blender, chemer siftin'
Showed his paperwork with pages missin'
Play with us, it'll be a grave you diggin'
Four burners like we play the kitchen
Really gotta stay away from niggas
Really gotta put the K to niggas
Really was in Section 8 with chicken
How you hangin' with him, know he told?
Ooh, he took the stand? Oh, he bold?
On his best man, whoa, he cold
Loyalty, he done broke the mold
Niggas say they real, then go and fold
He ain't even stand on all his toes
He done let 'em intercept the load
Now we gotta wipe the nigga nose

If he ridin' and you know it, kill yo' mans
If he ridin' and you know it, all yo' business, he gon' show it
If he ridin' and you know it, kill yo' mans

I'm tryna smoke me a nigga, he tellin'
On me, better tell it to Jesus Christ
You don't gotta worry 'bout me, my paperwork
Straight and I put that on Jesus life
Brand new chop, got a war zone sight
Heard that he talked, then it's war on sight
Glock in the box of the V8, that's on me
I gotta make sure the doors on right
How you gon' change yo' name that your rells
Gave to you and then switch it to C-S somethin'?
I ain't gon' forget, when I see you, I'ma put
It to a end like a nigga tryna P-S somethin'
You was out here in the streets like everything
Sweet and your record got three F's on it
Lil' bro ridin' like GTA, ridin' 'round
With a weapon, got three deaths on it
I done told the feds just bring me to the jail
Any time that I fail and they ask me to talk
I would never proffer, I ain't got shit to offer
I'd rather be a Christian, tryna offer Salat
Last nigga ran his mouth to the feds 'bout
Some shit that he knew he can't even walk
Next nigga run his mouth to the feds 'bout
Some shit that he know he won't ever talk

Ayy, damn, ayy
If he ridin' and you know it, kill yo' mans
If he ridin' and you know it, all yo' business, he gon' show it
If he ridin' and you know it, kill yo' mans