Clutchin

I can't never let them see me lose, so I just gotta win

Everybody trippin, I'm trippin, okay, we tropin' then

I kill the whole world to bring my niggas back

We do this shit for my jiffin' and mad ass

We just run that money up for the four-by litter

While I'm smokin' on the Zodiac, I'm sippin' Waukesha

Bad bitch up in my passenger, twistin' a reefer

And I just push up on the gas while I'm clutchin' and seedin

I'm Chilly Son, the chosen one, the intelligent demon

How you say I'm movin' wrong, but you changin, I seen it

I be stayin' out the way, cause these niggas be schemin

Dead sea on the way up, and they grabbin' and leachin

That shit's on the real, I done took risks to get this paper on me, it gave me chills

All you had to do was hold it down, we at you squeal

None but killers in my section, make the wrong move, you'll get killed

Got a problem, it's a phantom with the juice, it's a bad habit

Don't think cause you touchin' them blues, it's gon' upgrade status

Smokin' dope up to the face, oh yeah, I call it cabbage

Let's sag the March Madness

My youngins on that timing and they thirsty for stove

Get in the booth and let it out, because this shit is not real

Been kickin' all week, well shit, let's poke up some more

Okay, let's stroll up some dope, okay, let's stroll up some dope

My youngins on that timing and they thirsty to shoot

Get out the cage and go right back, because they troopin' our booth

Got sticks on every blip, because we ready to shoot

Don't die because you're a prod and how your family miss you

Too deep up in this water, ain't no savin' us, boo

Momma cry sometimes at night, because she know what I do

Too deep up in this water, ain't no savin' us, boo

Momma cry sometimes at night, because she know what I do

Can't never let them see me lose, so I just gotta win

Everybody trippin, I'm trippin, okay, we troopin' then

I kill the whole world to bring my niggas back

We do this shit for my J-Infinite, mad ass

We just run that money up, bought a four by a liter