Clash lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clash, all I do is clash
Sipping lean and taking mollys man
I like my drugs to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
If you walking I’m gonna splash you
And if I see you we gonna clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the poochie with the Gucci
I don’t like my clothes to match
Clash, all my sh*t be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see it when we smashing

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Clashing, clashing, all my n*ggas clashing
Past around that thrax man
You know these n*ggas thraxin'
n*ggas got killed yesterday
I don’t know what happened
Playing games with Gucci
Man snitchin', turned into fashion
I just started of rapping
Never stop trapping
Custer Ave finest n*gga
You can call me papi
You can call me daddy
Cause I use to serve ya mami
Gucci Mane your gangster
I got grams instead of Grammys
Run through some valleys
And my cutlass super reckless
Hold that crystal had to worries
And my n*ggas set the damage
Talk my n*ggas on
And the hood couldn’t even handle it
These n*ggas I role with will kill these n*ggas in your family
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clash, all I do is clash
Sipping lean and taking mollys man
I like my drugs to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
If you walking I’m gonna splash you
And if I see you we gonna clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the poochie with the Gucci
I don’t like my clothes to match
Clash, all my sh*t be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see it when we smashing

[Verse 2: OG Double D]
I mix the pimping with the rapping b*tch
Twin from robbery, know I’d slap you
Know I done this sh*t
Call Gucci cause he only want to spot this sh*t (spot this sh*t)
The only real n*gga first
From Atlanta peak
It’s Ogd, I bought this sh*t for real
Ain’t never have a motherf*cking gangster real
This 20k, I got them white for real
Call these motherf*ckers, they like keep it real
Ogd (Ogd), don’t follow me (don’t follow me)
You know I pack that steal
Then I pop a n*gga for real
Don’t violate me
I ain’t calling nobody
I’m on my own n*gga
Ask the streets about me
O.G.D
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clash, all I do is clash
Sipping lean and taking mollys man
I like my drugs to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
If you walking I’m gonna splash you
And if I see you we gonna clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the poochie with the Gucci
I don’t like my clothes to match
Clash, all my sh*t be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see it when we smashing

[Verse 3: YP HoodRich]
Put that money I be smashing
Two hundred on the dash
Pick that ass and smash
Marley’s got me clash hands
Designers mix match things
Haters with a passion
Send me to hoe
The way these diamonds be flashing
Go outselling it
They mean a ten clashing
Choppers get the blast
pus*y jump side like a rabbit
Yea my b*tch is classic
Exotic but she nasty
Money over b*tches
So the money I got to have it
You think I’m gonna die
The way these diamonds got these carrots
The haters talk behind my back
I think they need a parrot
You think I’m in my zone
The way you n*gga be trapping
I’ll haunt you with these bullets
When they gone to get the clappers
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clash, all I do is clash
Sipping lean and taking mollys man
I like my drugs to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
If you walking I’m gonna splash you
And if I see you we gonna clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the poochie with the Gucci
I don’t like my clothes to match
Clash, all my sh*t be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see it when we smashing