Damon Neal & Trey Flowers - Clutch Lyrics

And I aint f*cking with no love
All my past straight lessons, what the hold up
I thought my last was my last shawty, hold up
You let the past come up fast, you didn't hold up
I could've been doing me, you was a hold up
You saw me liking all these pictures, you say "hold up"
The way your morals f*cking switch up I'm like, hold up
But I don't trip because you made a nigga colder
So please don't trip when you see a nigga get mo' buzz
Like soda
My pockets on, he flip co-ca
Thats sho'nuff, I slice the game just like cold cuts
Need more bucks, and build a box for my no f*cks
The owners, don't nobody f*cking own us
Thats on us, single father who's the coldest
You won't touch, like its hammer time
She gone f*ck, I'm gone bust
With the pistol if mans show up
You know us, to the best boy we the closest
You'll eat dust, if your really tryna chase us
Said Dame clutch like 24 on the Lakers
The waits up, the Wolves popping, it's danger
You better teller, I'm getting money no banker
Remember days of feeling hungry, felt bankrupt
We paving ways, no playing games
No short cuts
No short blunts
No short bucks
With no f*cks
And no stunts
You Bitch