Gucci Mane and OBG - Clash

Clash, all I do is clash
Keep that lane and take your milage man
I like my drapes to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Drinkin' vodka with a splash and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see ya then we smashing

Clashing, clashing, all my niggas clashing
Past around that thrash man
You know these niggas thrashing
Niggas got killed yesterday
I do not know what happened
Playing games with Gucci man
Snitchin' done turned into fashion
I just started rapping
Never stop trapping
Custy ass finest nigga
You can call me papi
You can call me daddy
Cause I use to sew your manhood
Gucci Mane your ganster
I got grunts instead of grammys
Rdin' through Savannah
And my cutlass super reckless
Bouldercrest they had two Rari's
And my niggas sent the damage
Talk my niggas on
And the hood couldn't even handle it
The young niggas I role with, kill everyone in your family

Clash, all I do is clash
Keep that lane and take your milage man
I like my drapes to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Drinkin' vodka with a splash and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see ya then we smashing

I mix the pimping with the rapping bitch
Twin Ferrai's, on the slab you know I do this shit
Call Gucci cause he only one can spot this shit (spot this shit)
The only real nigga first
Up in 96'
It's OGD, I bought this shit for real
Ain't never had a motherfucking gangster grill
This 20k
I got them white for real
Call these motherfuckers
Tell 'em I keep it real
Yeah OGD (OGD), don't follow me (don't follow me)
You know I pack that steal
Then I pop a nigga for real
Don't violate me
I ain't calling nobody
I'm on my own nigga
Ask the streets about me
OGD

Clash, all I do is clash
Keep that lane and take your milage man
I like my drapes to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Drinkin' vodka with a splash and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see ya then we smashing

For the money I be smashing
Two hundred on the dash
Pick that ass and smash it
Molly's got me clashin'
Designers mix matched it
Haters with a passion
Send me to hoe
The way these diamonds be flashing
Go out say let's hit
That mean the team clashing
Choppers get to blastin'
Pussy jump side like a rabbit
Yeah my bitch is classy
Exotic but she nasty
Money over bitches
So the money I got to have it
You think I'm on a diet
The way these diamonds got these carrots
The haters talk behind my back
I think they need a parrot
You think I'm in my zone
The way a nigga be trapping
Award you with these bullets
When they go and get the clashin'

Clash, all I do is clash
Keep that lane and take your milage man
I like my drapes to clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Drinkin' vodka with a splash and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I hate haters with a passion
I see ya then we smashing

Written by:
Radric Davis

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