Make it Clear Lyrics

Aye boy what you seen

I got hella socks pockets look like evergreen

And my bitch so bad know that she be hella mean

Spend it make it back, bouncing like a trampoline

Might just smack her ass bouncing like a trampoline

Aye onna track talking shit and rambling

Aye rolling dice, on the block we gambling

Treat my draco just like Drake, ima let it sing

Fuck around get hit up in yo face in you medaling

Fuck around get hit up in yo face

I slide to yo block and do that crime won't leave a trace

Jakes up on my dick won't tell em shit get out my face

Hopped up in my Raf and took that lil bitch outer space

Know I gotta fumble if I ever catch a case

All I gotta do is mumble and my shooters bouta spray

I feel like Im Meek im tryna take the pain away

I know hella shit juts gotta take it to the grave

Though he had a baddie she finessed him he got played

Think I was Steve Madden the way I be making plays

If we catch him lacking we gone stump him in some J's

Knock that pussy out the park feel like I play for the Braves

My chain flashing in the dark give a fuck about the day

I got horses in the engine but I don't feed my shit hay

Put a leg on my choppa ain't no dick cuz I ain't gay

Your girl just walked passes and I smelled a fish fillet

She a eater eater

Butterfly doors on the whip like jeepers creepers

And the team in all black they don't even see us

But a nigga fuck with me I'll make you meet the reaper

Yo homie just got K.I.A cuz we slid in a Kia

That clip go da da da

I just met up with my bitch and said I'm proud of her

And you know that we so rich she got designer hair

If you looking for some love then you won't find it here

We saw twelve coming through that block and we got out there

You like me then just take a picture you ain't gotta stare

I ran my racks up I got richer

Then I spent it on a Richard

Its a picture make it clearer

I see the realest in the mirror

Got Balenci on my spirit

Play it back so I can hear it

At the store we gotta clear it

Ain't no nigga that I fear

She be rubbing on my face

And be gripping on my beard

Leave yo body in a lake

Then give hints out to yo peers

I got racks and hella green so I'm shooting like Paul Pierce

Bitches say they wanna fuck when they hear me in they ears

I don't really got no love give a fuck about yo tears

And I'm coming for the crown bitch let me make it clear