Clubhouse Gangstas Lyrics – Cyraq
Singer: Cyraq
Title: Clubhouse Gangstas
Men, these n#gg#s be sayin’ all this sh#t on clubhouse
They got to drop, ain’t no word n#gg# {?}
Why nothin’ happen’ then, why n#gg# ain’t spinnin’ they block n#gg#
Just be talkin’ n#gg#, any n#gg#s comin’ up dead n#gg#
The n#gg# is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
Pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
So many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
Leave a n#gg# dead, give his mama some flowers
Face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
{?} and a Drake, i just like how it sounds
He walked in good, but he left out wounded
Cheese in your b#tch face, then im’a pound it
I don’t really be liking n#gg#s
My fo-fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n#gg#s
Up with the Glock in the face and striking it
Shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to Mike Tyson n#gg#s
I got a whole lot of rounds in this gun
You better not get tired, as soon as you run
Put a n#gg# up with God, slap a n#gg# with a gun
n#gg# better pick sides, or get left in a pond
You could tell, my opps must not be on that gang sh#t
That gangsta sh#t
My lil’ brother {?}, they on that same sh#t
You a Blood or Crip, or a wannabe
You a b#tch, i could see it in front of me
In the church house i had my gun on my
Watch the news before you think about punchin’ me
n#gg#s like sh#t, deep ain’t no jumpin’ me
I’ma put a n#gg# #ss right under me
Put that heat on his #ss, get a sunny d
It was cold in the b#tch, i was clutchin’ heat
He gon pay for that sh#t, she gonna f#ck for free
EBK n#gg#, she want a f#ck a G
Im’a gangster, they’re not gonna f#ck with me
I’m on the block right now, get angles
He was on Instagram, now he a dead body
Everytime we slide, we tryna’ shoot a n#gg# head and body
Drive by from out the window, i don’t know this n#gg# dead properly
Talkin’ ’bout he don’t want no beef no more
But when we see him, his head {?}
He buff, we gon leave him dead {?}
Tryna’ swing, leave a n#gg# dead, rocket
9 year’s old i saw a dead body
He get nothin’ for Christmas, he’s head naughty
The n#gg# is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
Pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
So many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
Leave a n#gg# dead, give his mama some flowers
Face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
{?} and a Drake, i just like how it sounds
He walked in good, but he left out wounded
Cheese in your b#tch face, then im’a pound it
I don’t really be liking n#gg#s
My fo-fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n#gg#s
Up with the Glock in the face and striking it
Shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to Mike Tyson n#gg#s
n#gg# tryna’ run, hit a n#gg# up
Shoot him right in his top
We don’t f#ck with opps
We don’t f#ck with cops
And i just got to drop
Better n#gg# gon die
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