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[Intro]
The legendary Fya Man
[?]
I'm on anything that you on
Frr
[Verse 1]
Fill up the clip, better call back up, nigga, we on one
Dog in the whip, come here, 12 get behind, we goin' 200
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)
[?] and I move like the Pope
Lil' bro takе his soul from Moncler coat
Deep in the trenchеs, 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, woah
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah (Fill it up, fill it up)
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
[Verse 2]
Call me boujee, I'on roll my opps, I 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 a bleach, it was right here with me in the shower (Yeah)
Nigga be chillin', we pullin' up, sit back, he can't even see us, it's 5%
Jumpin' the fence, he tried to duck the switch, I'm tryna make all that block get bent
I'on repent for none of my sins, I know that I do it again and again
Scar 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'on care if we kin, nigga better kiss my ass [?]
My own mom even said 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, woah
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Outro]
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip
Fill up the clip, fill up that clip