Clutchin’*

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro: Nine Vicious] Bitch-ass nigga ain't talk 'bout nothin', what the hell your ass clutchin'? Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Hold up, hold up [Chorus: Nine Vicious] Bitch-ass nigga ain't talk 'bout nothin' (Bitch), what the hell your ass clutchin'? (Fuck boy) I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit (Fuck boy), had your ho on all fours (Say what?) Woke up to some bands, bitch, woke up to some [?], bitch Feel like I'm in Japan, bitch (Yeah), triple five on my coat (Yeah, let's go) [Verse 1: Nine Vicious] I don't even bang Piru, but my brother do (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, slatt, slatt) Sosa hit, he like, "How you do it?" (What? Say what? What?) Told her, "Come get in this", [?] said that mine still (Yeah, that mine) Call my shooter 'cause he don't miss, he might buy you (Boop, boop, slatt, boop, fuck you, bitch) I'm on my bingo show, bingo shit (Bitch) Damn, my cup be red, we on that Elmo shit (Hold on, hold on), shit Shoot him right in the head, I'm on that Halo shit (I'm on that Halo, I'm trim) No, I don't need her money, I'm on that peso shit (I'm on that peso, hold up) It's a fee for the mothеrfuckin' pussy (No cap), shawty tryna give me that cake (Say what? Cakе) Stand on my racks like Uzi (Shit), she heard I'm YSL, now she a groupie (Say, "Slatt," what?) Shawty tryna get an award, I told shawty, "Let's make us a movie (Let's go) I don't even call but I'm drivin' to you (Bitch) I just might fuck around and call her up soon (Call her up soon) [Bridge: Nine Vicious] I just might fuck around and call her up soon (I don't even call her, I don't call her) I just might fuck around and call her up soon (I ain't even call her) I don't even call that boy (I just might fuck around and call her up soon) Yeah, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I don't even call that boy (I just might fuck around and call her up soon), slatt [Chorus: Nine Vicious] Bitch-ass nigga ain't talk 'bout nothin' (Bitch), what the hell your ass clutchin'? (Fuck boy) I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit (Fuck boy), had your ho on all fours (Say what?) Woke up to some bands, bitch, woke up to some [?], bitch Feel like I'm in Japan, bitch (Yeah), triple five on my coat (Yeah, let's go) [Verse 2: Nine Vicious] I'm finna be in Atlanta (I'm finna be in Atlanta) I might fuck around, pour up deuce in my Fanta (Hold up, hold up, deuce in my Fanta) Fuck around, take your ho and you gon' [?] (What? What? TerRio) Tell these niggas, I'm the dealer, I need the ammo (Say what?) Ammo, I need the ammo (Bitch) Hold my money like [?] (Say what?) Shit, I got a cam' (Slatt) Heartagram, shawty, I'm him (Slatt) Heartagram all on my 'Gram (Slatt) I'm beatin' it, they think I'm a fan I just might fuck on your bitch on film (Say what?), yeah On God, I"m high like a blimp (Bitch) On God, I ball like LeBron (Fuck) [Verse 3: ApolloRed1 & Nine Vicious] She heard that I'm dumpin' her, now she a fan That lil' nigga was in school, we was outside with the stick in my pants, yeah Stay in the trap, I'm workin' the bowl, playin' with pots and pans (Racks) Heard he yellowin', [?] they heads Go to the beach, get a tan, ha Red on my face just like Donatello, I put shells on these niggas like a turtle (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) Bitch finna come with the Fanta, oh, that's a right? Drank, purp', [?] Baby, she a Celine freak, bought her a bag, she fuckin' for free, fuck I don't even play with these niggas, I'm P Big cracked cars, I don't even have no key, on God Thought he Apollo, shot, call up Twenty-four shots and I keep it on me (Blitt, blitt, blitt) Shoot up the party, he Ayo and Teo Made that boy dance, I jumped out the, hold up (I jumped out the, hold up) I hold my stick in the air like a trophy It ain't no Uzi, the streets ain't no [cold?] Crazy this black truck, I got a [?] Just signed a deal and I'm still sellin' dope (Slatt)