Clinetele lyrics

[Eddy Baker]
Popular I’m poppin’ b*tch
I’m c*cky and I’m arrogant
Rolling up this broccoli im higher than a rocket ship
Healthy Boyz we dropping hits
You ain’t climbed you stand b*tch
I’m on some super sonic sh*t
PoPo up and down the block asking I ain’t saying sh*t
Posted in the trap
Used to flip some packs to pay the rent
Only want them dollars I ain’t grinding in designer sh*t
All black hoodie, Old as f*ck
Kicks look like a piece of sh*t
Used to be stuck at the house
But now I’m always taking trips
Went beast mode up on the damn
I swear that I’m a f*cking pit
Got a little buzz now I swear I think that I’m the sh*t
b*tches on the di*k
n*ggas swear I think that I’m a pimp
f*cked up on some drugs
More than buzzed swear that I’m a trip
Posted with some thugs keep the snub burner on the hip
I don’t show no love
Real sh*t
That’ll get you killed
Out here on my lonely so it’s f*ck how a n*gga feel
[Hook: Eddy Baker]
2 QP’s I flipped that myself
n*ggas say they smoking loud and rolling
b*tch you asked the right price b*tch i might sell
Cell phone boomin b*tch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*tch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*tch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*tch I got clientele
Got clientele Got clientele
Cell phone boomin b*tch I got clientele

[Black Smurf]
Say it’s a drought in the east but not in my section
[?] finessin’
Hold it where my n*gga quick hold don’t charge with possession
Where they ain’t even search ya car
That was a blessing
I got plenty clientele [?] to my new commission
Now I’m strong boomin hard why I keep up protection
Send them shottas to ya spot you get juked just for flenchin’
Getcha killed in a second keep playing detective
Swear if I f*ck with you I f*ck with you the long way
You double cross me then the scene turn into a cold case
I don’t serve no n*gga no bruh you gotta meet me
Come try some shista sh*t
You see that thang in 3D
Four half an ounces b*tch watch how quick I get rid of this
Now I’m the hustle god you just can’t tell em make the sh*t
b*tch you gon’ touch on me tryna see how real n*ggas feel
Don’t trust too many hoes cause they plotting to get ya killed
So don’t come playing in these streets if you wanna live
Número uno to this sh*t don’t bring heat where ya live
Playing for fields on the real type sh*t I can’t forgive
They came with bread with two men and that sh*t how it is
On the low and you a ho know that fa sho n*gga
Spending money on me ho gon’ wind up broke n*gga
I’m just a hustling ass dope smoking water [?]
She get a glimpse of Black Smurf and she expose a n*gga
But on the real I’m just tryna make my money triple
While smoking weed cruising round on a bicycle
These n*ggas mad cause I’m no longer f*cking with em
See it’s just me and my squad screaming f*ck the system
[Instrumental Breakdown]