Warrenbaby Tone - Clean Record Lyrics

(Could've sworn I had a wood ready for me... there it go)
Alright I'm ready
Told her sing for these niggas cause its finna rain
Alright
Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em
Clean record, f*ck it ima drop a stain on 'em
Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em
Thinking with his heart, huh now this nigga brains on you
Say he was broke as hell, he dropped a Range on 'em
Found out how he got it, old heads screaming shame on 'em
Grimey niggas plotting, out here setting plays on 'em
Young niggas idolize him but he rather tell 'em
He don't want em to be nothing like 'em, They like its something bout 'em
This nigga can't be f*cked with, I put it on the Bible
Like Rest in Peace My Cutty, I'm pouring out the bottle
He disrespecting one of mine and its gone be problem
Soon as I get to flowing, that let em know I got em
See ima God with this shit, these niggas my disciples
I'm shitting on these niggas, I think I need a diaper
I'm rolling up these niggas, told brody "pass the lighter"
She ain't a 10, She ain't with me cause all my bitches fire
And she can't be with me for free, we pulling all nighters
They know that WBT been winning since a minor
And any nigga hating on me, started off a buyer
See they was really fans, shit I don't understand
How y'all got secret animosity and shaking hands?
$400 Shirt, $1,200 Pants
Don't try to add me up, it equal up to yo advance
It be the ones you don't expect, I don't want no friends
If he ain't Family or The Camp, then he ain't coming in
Before you ever see me out, you see me running in
I run it up for all them night you seen me punching in
Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em
Clean record, f*ck it ima drop a stain on 'em
Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em
Thinking with his heart, huh now this nigga brains on you
Shit, I told her sing for 'em, its finna rain on 'em
Creepin' in the dark, Chief Keef bang on 'em