Yung Klan - Rasta Klan

I want the real ting
I want the real real ting I'm talking whoo
My bitch gone toast you
If it ain't what it seems
My dope so potent
It's that boom bada bing
I gotta big bag
I gotta real big bag I got a Bad Bitch
I give her the whole ting I'm talking the whole whole ting
I use to sell the grammy's now I sell the whole thing
I can not fuck with you Bumbaclot I keep that stick on me
My niggas strapped like some Body Guards I call them deep on your street
My migo got plays we catching them plays we calling him Buck Buck
Popping these zans and taking these perks they got me real geeked up
I got the munches chop a lil nigga up for a hundred
Southside with the Tommy all his young niggas gunning
Deep in the trap nigga this is a jungle
I got big blocks like I'm Shaq and Mutombo
Fuck with the Klan be ready for rumble
I don't sell gas I sell that sonya
Roll a fat blunt Khalifa fuck a OG bitch like Trina
I'm in the trap nigga hit the beeper
I am not traveling for the dope
He hit my line he say its cut throat
I'm on my way down this is my choose
I want the real ting
I want the real real ting I'm talking whoo
My bitch gone toast you
If it ain't what it seems
My dope so potent
It's that boom bada bing
I gotta big bag
I gotta real big bag I got a Bad Bitch
I give her the whole ting I'm talking the whole whole ting
I use to sell the grammy's now I sell the whole thing
Coming up in the trap I learn the fork
I beat the trap to the 1st to the 4th
I want that pack and I want that shit raw
I got these racks and I put them in vaults
When I get bricks I'ma make a brick house
Trap out the mansion trap out the loft
I was on stand still now I'm a boss
I'm taking orders and I'm shipping off
Where that real activist I want it raw
My African throwing that pack like lacrosse
I beat the trap like I'm beating your brod
What's in the pot that's that fish scale
You talk big racks I got big scales
Fuck with me plug or go to hell I want the real ting yeah for real
I'm in the trap with the Coa-Coa
Stacking these racks like its poker
All of you niggas don't got no plug
All of that air pack you selling a NO NO
Trapping for all of these years you and didn't come up
Man I'm guessing your pack was a No Go
I want the real ting
I want the real real ting I'm talking whoo
My bitch gone toast you
If it ain't what it seems
My dope so potent
It's that boom bada bing
I gotta big bag
I gotta real big bag I got a Bad Bitch
I give her the whole ting I'm talking the whole whole ting
I use to sell the grammy's now I sell the whole thing
KLAN!

Written by:
DeAngelo Ferguson

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