Free Youngboy 2 (Fill Up the Clip)

[Intro] (The legendary Fya Man) Know what I'm saying? This a public service announcement I'm on anything that you on Frrt [Verse 1] Fill up the clip, better call backup, nigga, we on one Doggin' the whip, come here, 12 get behind, we goin' two hundun Hundred-round drum on the ARP look like two honey buns Make him fall for it, if you run, make him fall back if he step to it Woo, woo, woo (Brrt), woo, better get low if we get close I'ma dirty-ass nigga, but I'm clean like soap (Clean like soap) Better take it to the grave if you know what I know (Know what I know) Brеad by the loaf and I move like thе Pope Lil' bro take his soul from Moncler coat Deep in the trenches, I'm givin' 'em hope My Glock got more extensions than my ho (Brrt, brrt, brrt) Lil' bro tweak, turn 'to a sniper (Yeah) Nigga, you tweet, turn 'to a typer (Yeah) Talk shit, couldn't back it up, got a diaper (Mm) Osama my shooter idol (Mm) Bro rollin' up K2 in a Bible (In a bible) Sleep with a knife, that nigga like Michael (Michael) Don't approach me, my shooter bite you It's a high chance I might not like you [Chorus] Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo (Fill it up, fill it up) Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah Fill up the clip, yeah, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo [Verse 2] Call me bougie, I don't roll my opps, I'd rather send his mama flowers Auntie love me, she call me sweet (Yeah), she don't even know this shit get sour (Shit get sour) Cuh to the left, he here for a body, got him employed, he payed by the hour Plenty nights, mama had to look for her bleach, it was right here with me in the shower Yeah, nigga be chillin', we pullin' up, Civics, they can't even see us, it's five percent Jumpin' the fence, he tried to duck the switch, I'm tryna make all they blocks get bent I don't repent for none of my sins, I know that I'll do it again and again Strapped to the chin, my chest up, next up, flexed up, nigga, that's on my kid Back in them days, my pockets had lint Still had pool, went and got a nigga drenched (Drenched) Owe me bread, I don't care if we kin Nigga better kiss my ass, he spint My own mom even say I'm crazy I was dropped on my head as a baby She a young thug if she my lady Slime shit out, then tell her to— [Chorus] Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah Fill up the clip, yeah, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [Outro] Woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Fill up the clip, fill up the clip Mmm, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, lil' nigga