Lil Clove - Special

Lil clove
Calling shots
Feel me
Fuck yo mean
Money on his head
I know these niggas want me dead
So I
I put this money on his head
I got the thirty eight special
Cause this nigga think he special
We got more shot up in the Draco
I give his face a new makeover
Yeah
My momma dream car was a range rover
I in the backseat counting bankrolls
Yeah
I fucked up the city
Thought I was on auto pilot
I'm control of everything
Believe me I will get violent
I saw this shit before hand
To you it was surprising
Rob me you got me fucked up
Nigga come an try it
I'm seeing through these niggas lies
Yeah they can't deny it
Looking at my chain wrong yea ill start a riot
Open fire wont get quite until the police sirens
I was raised on the E pussy you not my kind
Ambulance lights I see peeping through the blinds
Thinking back to myself like its do or die
I stayed down to the come up
nigga you should try
I think about lil bro
Everyday all the fucking time
I know these niggas want me dead
So I
I put this money on his head
I got the thirty eight special
Cause this nigga think he special
We got more shot up in the Draco
I give his face a new makeover
Yeah
My momma dream car was a range rover
I in the backseat counting bankrolls
Yeah
Game over leave you swollen Eight four three takeover
These niggas hating pull up skating its all over
Foul odor in the woods an the buzzers rolling
Never gave two fucks about these niggas Ill exposed ya
Hundred round in the drum nigga play dumb
Hitters come in all black looking like Akon
You don't speak my lingo this a different tongue
You tried to paint the picture
I painted a different one
I know these niggas want me dead
So I
I put this money on his head
I got the thirty eight special
Cause this nigga think he special
We got more shot up in the Draco
I give his face a new makeover
Yeah
My momma dream car was a range rover
I in the backseat counting bankrolls
Yeah

Written by:
ismail holmes

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