Lyrics:
lay 'em to rest
Blood for the master no bulletproof west
Can save your ass
People be dying for others' respect yeah
The power be talking and giving 'em
Gotta 84 my whip
Bitches jump up in my shit
Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone
Push it till my days are gone
Cruising on Coors
Gun on my door
Girl on my
we get it
No cameras when we cannon them niggas
You slimy, them Lannister niggas
We gon' banish them niggas
I'm sicker buss di cylinder
No cameras when
that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone feed 'em
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
Dollars revolve in a cylinder
I just wanna get the bag up
I just wanna get the cash up
I just wanna get the stash up
All I wanna do is stack up
I
That’s why I ain’t fuck with a masters
I just wanna clutch all my masters
I just wanna clutch on a bad bitch
Make a couple bucks for a habit
Coherent
inducing acid rain
Greenhouse gasses it's my crutch
I crave the smell of burning clutch
Atomic engine drives the beast
Brings down the wall piece by piece
me they gotta get some more
Stock body, no lifted sport
But some big tires never hit the floor
Heavy clutch but the stick is short
About two grand
clutch burnin' the reefer
Everybody that rides with me becomes a believer
Cause I come from the hood, but I think like a caesar
Went from 0 to 60, four
Won't take us down
They gonna hate us
Gotta see more of us
It's Them versus all of us
We coming in the clutch
We take it all
Until we fall
They don't want
a slave
But bitch I am the master
I reached destination so I’ll…
Hol up park,
Fill a bitch up
Gas up
NOS,
In the dark imma spark
I clutch so hard I could
My team count on me, it’s Skeese- I’m clutch as the hands of Horry (Woo)
I left ‘em choiceless, see, those that would hate in the past support me
cylinders listen to the horses
It accelerates smooth
Move or else get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting smothered
I 'cutted' you other
a wave in my hand
I’ll crush your sweet soul
Yeah, you don’t stand a chance.
Master, I’m gonna clutch you right where you stand
Love in the shadows
Turn it up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bad to the bone
At basketball
Stat breaker
The master on court
Just pass him the ball
Fast break down the wing
Who's there
a joint in your clutch, too?
Call the swat team to come and kill you
In this country you can't trust the authorities
They want you to stay in conformity
at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip
you'll get tired
I can't wife no hoe, don't try it
I play defense, I Kawhi her
Dump the clutch right in her pussy
Know that all I wear is Gucci
I'm
Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the L, "What up Doc?" What the deal?
Clock the squeal, the MC overkill
Certified cylinders
See the life after
Could be parallel to the life that you're living
And if thats the truth then in this life after
Slave remains slave
And the master
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
sigui meteen
Pami sigui grow
Nami duna mi 100
Do my thing
I sigui meteen
Pami sigui glow
Been racing for the clutch like
Formula
Full throttle gassed like
We dey give shoot
I don’t miss that
(Miss that miss that miss that)
I be giver
Ask your sister
(Ask her, she knows)
I be singer
Choir Master
All these Niggas is do talk tough
I need to see your papers
Run them numbers
I'm count vlad
Collecting toes tags
Yo bitch call me Master
You a slave
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