Clinetele

[Eddy Baker] Popular I’m poppin’ bitch I’m cocky and I’m arrogant Rolling up this broccoli im higher than a rocket ship Healthy Boyz we dropping hits You ain’t climbed you stand bitch I’m on some super sonic shit PoPo up and down the block asking I ain’t saying shit Posted in the trap Used to flip some packs to pay the rent Only want them dollars I ain’t grinding in designer shit All black hoodie, Old as fuck Kicks look like a piece of shit Used to be stuck at the house But now I’m always taking trips Went beast mode up on the damn I swear that I’m a fucking pit Got a little buzz now I swear I think that I’m the shit Bitches on the dick Niggas swear I think that I’m a pimp Fucked up on some drugs More than buzzed swear that I’m a trip Posted with some thugs keep the snub burner on the hip I don’t show no love Real shit That’ll get you killed Out here on my lonely so it’s fuck how a nigga feel [Hook: Eddy Baker] 2 QP’s I flipped that myself Niggas say they smoking loud and rolling Bitch you asked the right price bitch i might sell Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele Got clientele Got clientele Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele Got clientele Got clientele Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele Got clientele Got clientele Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele Got clientele Got clientele Cell phone boomin bitch I got clientele [Black Smurf] Say it’s a drought in the east but not in my section [?] finessin’ Hold it where my nigga quick hold don’t charge with possession Where they ain’t even search ya car That was a blessing I got plenty clientele [?] to my new commission Now I’m strong boomin hard why I keep up protection Send them shottas to ya spot you get juked just for flenchin’ Getcha killed in a second keep playing detective Swear if I fuck with you I fuck with you the long way You double cross me then the scene turn into a cold case I don’t serve no nigga no bruh you gotta meet me Come try some shista shit You see that thang in 3D Four half an ounces bitch watch how quick I get rid of this Now I’m the hustle god you just can’t tell em make the shit Bitch you gon’ touch on me tryna see how real niggas feel Don’t trust too many hoes cause they plotting to get ya killed So don’t come playing in these streets if you wanna live Número uno to this shit don’t bring heat where ya live Playing for fields on the real type shit I can’t forgive They came with bread with two men and that shit how it is On the low and you a ho know that fa sho nigga Spending money on me ho gon’ wind up broke nigga I’m just a hustling ass dope smoking water [?] She get a glimpse of Black Smurf and she expose a nigga But on the real I’m just tryna make my money triple While smoking weed cruising round on a bicycle These niggas mad cause I’m no longer fucking with em See it’s just me and my squad screaming fuck the system [Instrumental Breakdown]