Full Clips lyrics

[Intro]
What up world
I'm just travelling
Back packing you know
[?]

[Verse]
I try to keep it old school
No new
Roll through
That's why you're listening to me
I'm your clutch, go to
Born in '84 but I kick it with 82
Got a lot of Latin in me with a little bit of Jew
You won't find me in a Synagogue sitting in a pew
Murder my religion, I just boiled up the stew
Gypsy, two shirts, a pair of jeans with me
Caught a ride with a stranger, we rolling through [?]
Driver was tipsy, he slipped me a fifty
Said "I felt you needed this, and usually I'm stingy"
Gave me that when I was in
Dark clothes, gassin' it
Greyhound station for some reason my passion lit
And that's why I wrote this
[?] lines, they be deadlier than blow fish
Deadlier than Judas [?] to Jesus with that cold kiss
That's why my homies spit the real tip
Broski, you notice
Back pack, no weed sack, I'm already relaxed
Hand to the [?], and I swear I won't look back
[?], music for weirdos
You came in so fancy I'll give you some thrift clothes (thrift clothes)
I'm on fire, don't you let me reload
Spontaneous combustion, know that front page on my lingo
All my people bounce like this
Cause your the first to here my new hit
Very first flip

[Outro]
Fully loaded clips, spray like this
Right to the left, shoot right from the hip
Empty the clip, new clip in
The cycle continues, repeat this again
Fully loaded clips, spray like this
Right to the left, shoot right from your hip
Empty the clip, new clip in
The cycle continues, repeat this again