21 Savage – Get Clapped Lyrics

21 Savage – Get Clapped Lyrics
Get Clapped
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    "Get Clapped." - 21 Savage

    Album: Savage Season
    Track No: 12
    I bet this motherfucker don't jump
    Put a stick up, put your hands, up
    Man, a rumble hit your mans, up
    All this robbing get my bands, up
    Fat dawn got my racks, up
    21 PD strapped, up
    Wrong move, get you clapped, up
    Body bag **** wrapped, up
    Honey run down is too nut
    Pull out and nut on her butt
    I don't want talk, I want fuck
    **** ain't shooting, they ducking
    All of my **** on fuck, shit
    You **** on that play tough, shit
    My **** grew up on rough, shit
    Blood always thicker than water, bitch
    Third around ****, I'm star through
    Hang out the window and cop, yo
    No camera ****, action
    All of my **** we black stung
    Hit his hand with the black gun
    Smash out, screaming black, what
    Two guns, I'ma wax some
    Play with the dot, we gon' shape some
    Came up from the kiddo
    Pyrex in the elbow
    Air these in them glass, ****
    It don't jam when they pop, ****
    Beat the slap in my sock, ****
    Got my money off the block, ****
    I'm sly and new to keep a clock, ****
    PD, I get your top, ****
    I bet this motherfucker don't jump
    Put a stick up, put your hands, up
    Man, a rumble hit your mans, up
    All this robbing get my bands, up
    Fat dawn got my racks, up
    21 PD strapped, up
    Wrong move, get you clapped, up
    Body bag **** wrapped, up
    Honey run down is too nut
    Pull out and nut on her butt
    I don't want talk, I want fuck
    **** ain't shooting, they ducking
    All of my **** on fuck, shit
    You **** on that play tough, shit
    My **** grew up on rough, shit
    Blood always thicker than water, bitch
    Wrong move get clapped, up
    Young savage by the check
    All of my **** is day one ****
    And the rest of you **** get wet
    14 had a 38, turned 17 bought a tap
    If I pull the motherfucker, I'ma hit it
    That's a promise, **** not a threat
    She wanna ride on my dick
    I turned her good girl, naughty
    Fat wood, stanky 40
    Bitch, they call me King slaughter
    And I walk around with a folder trapping like a trapper, harling
    She wanna suck on my trapper, barbie
    She wanna suck on that, what you been calling
    I bet this motherfucker don't jump
    Put a stick up, put your hands, up
    Man, a rumble hit your mans, up
    All this robbing get my bands, up
    Fat dawn got my racks, up
    21 PD strapped, up
    Wrong move, get you clapped, up
    Body bag **** wrapped, up
    Honey run down is too nut
    Pull out and nut on her butt
    I don't want talk, I want fuck
    **** ain't shooting, they ducking
    All of my **** on fuck, shit
    You **** on that play tough, shit
    My **** grew up on rough, shit
    Blood always thicker than water, bitch

    Writer(s): 21 Savage.

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