Clap To This

[Hook]

Clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where you at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where it at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where that at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back

[Verse 1]

With all spirit

I set it off so you all hear it

If I'm ain't up there with the best of them

I must fall near it

What nigga

I can rock you without a hot loop

5'9" spits *hah-too* hot shit

Take it back to the basement

House parties

Niggas pissy and wasted

Hustling with straight faces

Ayo toots, nice rump, smoking skunk, got a tight blunt

With a hunch, I'm drinking spiked punch

DJ's cop and cover the labels

Forever mad at the same drunk nigga bumping the table

Choking in Molson Ice, who's most nice with flows tight

Who knows until we open the mic, right

Two cats blast off on each other

Like KRS and Shan

Back in the day before the last call

If it's a square there

I'ma inhale one

If your mans fall out drunk

Then pick him up, pick him up

Put him in his car, drive him to his house, take him out

Put him on the porch, ring the bell and run *ding dong*

Go back and get that chick you was scoping and get her open

Blow smoke up or whip lies to get her hopes up

Tell her that she been on your mind

Ever since you woke up

If she digging the line

She trying to get her to post up

Don't play it slow

Do your thing

Try to get every girl in here

The most that they can say to you is no

[Hook]

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where you at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where it at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back to this

Oh where that at

Rock with me, clap to this

Getting amped in the front and the back

[Verse 2]

Where you at, huh?

Ladies, where you at, huh?

In the back?

The spiritual lift with gift on some miracle shit

I like it

That's why I bang it

Ain't nothing niggas can do to change it

It's funny, they wanted "Juicy"

I'm 20 with money

I think that's something they ain't used to

Did a song where it end at them

That's why they call it a hit

It comes along with the impact

I'm nicer than most

And I ain't from the east or the west

But if I do a show and they give me love

Them I'm hyping the coast

Detroit what!

That's where I spill heat from

And wherever you at

That's where you feel me from

I got it on lock

The rap game is like a pistol

'Cause you can get in a jam when you should've shot it on cock

Do I make you hyped?

Clap to this

I better live it and dial

3-1-3 and seven digits

I make songs for women

Songs for ballers

Songs for niggas in Impalas toting revolvers

Songs for stuck up girls

Gangbangers who rob and touch up curls

Before they get drunk and hurl

Songs for every borough

Songs for rich misses who touch up pearls

And these fucked up girls

Songs for you

Songs for him

Songs for niggas who hate boots

And songs for niggas who love Timbs

[Hook 2x]