JayDaYoungan - Clutchin Lyrics

You nigga's know what the fuck it is, man
I'm on that real Jumpman 23 shit
Nah, matter fact it's that Cougar 23 shit

Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline
I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah)
My lil' ho keep askin' me to make time (yeah)
I tell that lil' bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah)
Walkin' with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah)
Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah)
Standin' on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah)
I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah)
You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah)
Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah)
We gon' pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah)
Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah-rrah)

I got the pack, come and get it
Grams for the ten, I swear it's that sticky
I'm in the trap, in the trenches
I grind hard just to spin for Lil' Penny
My shooter, he clutchin' extensions
Got so many tools think he fuck with the dentist
We gon' see who really with it
When me and my niggas come through your shit spinnin'
You know I'm that nigga, yeah I do my shit
You drop a diss, we pull up with them sticks
Know they gon' fumble, just send in a blitz (grrah)
You a lil' fan just get off my dick
Tell me why you mad, that's what I don't get
But what's really sad you broke as a bitch
I got the rifle whenever I move
I know they want me on the news
You run up and I'ma give your ass the blues
The AR knock you out your shoes
All of my diamonds they wet like a pool
Try snatch them and you're gettin' snoozed
I never applied to none of the rules
Twelfth grade I dropped out of school (damn)

Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline
I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah)
My lil' ho keep askin' me to make time (yeah)
I tell that lil' bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah)
Walkin' with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah)
Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah)
Standin' on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah)
I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah)
You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah)
Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah)
We gon' pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah)
Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah-rrah)