Rip Lyrics – Yung Clutz

Rip Lyrics by Yung Clutz

Clutz in the booth, i been speakin’ for the youth
Talk sh#t, get hit in yo tooth
f#ck a thot in the cooch
Speed up the flow, f#ckin’ a hoe

Suckin’ a toe, i got the bread, but no dough
No no dough, for no dough, i’m a weird dough
Ho ho ho, shawty wanna f#ck me
Oh, oh no, my kids real close

Bust in my pants, then walk home
I’m on some different sh#t, okay?
Never lot on my dick, okay?
New b#tch, just a different day

Whip and wait, dip and skate
I’m smokin’ my life
And i’m skrrtin’ to a half bound
Spark that sh#t up

I’ll never take this melody up home
How many b#tches? i think that i’ve lost count
I put a game in my head and i turn it around
Call us a b#tch, and guess who you found?

I might cut off her head like a sacrificial goat
And carry it around town on a parade float
And i might f#ck your mom just to gloat
And i might talk to god ’cause i’m a f#ckin’ icon

Shе get frisky like my dog
Your b#tch, she lick mе, yeah hoe
They can’t curb me
She say that she hate me

But i don’t care ’cause my choppa love me
Can’t believe that all these b#tches want me
In my shows, yeah, they all bone me
You’re lucky that she dug me, she lick my nipples

They got reposted mid, i got your cripple
Baby it’s simple
Got my heart broke, but i f#cked your nipple
I’m lost, but i’m found

You see me, hoe, magazines
Lil baby, i’m in your dreams
Imma eat up on the booty like a kid’s boozy
Syrup on my dickus, it’s on me, all up on the screen, yee

Walkin’ through the mall, and i’m ballin’ with the team
Washin’ the dishes like i’m mr. clean
f#cked up in the crib, and i’m rollin’ off a bean
Coughin’ em in the post and they call me yao ming, yee

Old b#tch, new b#tch
She stuck on my new sh#t
I might run away, screamin’, “f#ck all of the b#llsh#t”
I’m standin’ on a roof, pourin’ out some metty proof sh#t

We all wish we still had the old days
Zen bars, yeah i’m stuck in my old ways
Go to mars off the molly, yeah, always
Go hard off the molly, yeah, always

I’m so faded, i can’t make it out my driveway (driveway)
She suck my dick when i hop in the booth, she know that i’m cute (yuh yuh)
But she doesn’t know that when i leave the stu that i gave her the boot (yuh yuh yuh)
I cannot tell her the truth, yuh

I know that she want my loot, yuh
Yeah she just ridin’ the wave, yuh
I tell that girl “not today”, yuh
She gave me her number, i dipped

I hopped in my whip, then deleted that sh#t, yuh
Hopped in the civic, these b#tches ain’t with it
I am so different, fatwank, he stay pimpin’
Never catch me simpin’, b#tch, what is not clickin’, yeah

Smokin’ that gas, got me so high
Fall on my #ss, flat out the sky
I am so fancy, a suit and a tie
Hop on the scoot, i’m a cool guy

Give you the boot if you ask why
Post the song, you save me
I’m so cold, run it back, go play me
My n#gg#s goin’ gorilla like jay-z

I do not care if these n#gg#s go hate me
n#gg#s be worthy, actin’ like b#tches
Must be a rat, these n#gg#s is snitches
f#ckin’ a hoe, then a young n#gg# dippin’

I’m cookin’ it up like i was in the kitchen
Okay, like stop, suck my c#ck
That b#tch pull up to my block
That lil hoe wanted to f#ck

I wore her out just like a sock
I’m the type to beat the p#ss# up like my name was the rock
I just walked into the gucci store and now they out of stock (yay)
Bad b#tch, uh, lavish, yeah

Feelin’ like a mothaf#ckin’ stone, like a mothaf#ckin’
Wet like water, mothaf#ckas you da trap
All you mothaf#ckas lookin’ average
I’m shockin’ the p#ss#, you got me pullin’ up with the zipper

Dumpin’ the choppa like i be pullin’ up with a laser
All my homies linin’ up the bucket, not like gator
Double kick throw, on his head like a skater
Don’t f#ck with my dog or i’ll go on some john wick sh#t

On some sh#t, and assumptious b#tches
We treat, i’m no different, i can’t talk to her
’cause i value my braincells
I’m obsessed with perspective like a modern day uccello

When i pop out to the function, best believe it’s something special
Special, margiela my kicks
Feel like i’m drake from the six
Hand on my girl with the stick

Pull up with traverse, won’t miscarry you n#gg#s
I feel like a lift
Cannot talk rat, ’cause you got a lisp
Water so heavy ’cause ice on my drip

Yeah yeah, diamonds small, no molecule
You can’t talk sh#t, no solitude
I’m a prot, don’t bother you
But would i be?

Chopper’s pink and green and blue
Ooh, that sh#t like, not you
Harder than timberland boots
Empty the clip when i shoot

I throw a fit when i lose
’cause i know i’m better than most of these dudes
This weed took sh#t to the maximum
Runnin’ sh#t like track, i’m lappin’ em

Hit em with the on your left, like cappin’ em
Then put a cap in him for the capital, woah
Yeah
I’m gettin’ money, boy, feelin’ like a dad (yuh)

I’m so bloody, boy, i think i need a pad
We them super slime brothers, and these p#ssies hella mad
I’m gettin’ so much clout that these losers wish they had (loser)
No johnny, but these bozos tryna test me

No simp, so that shawty, she my bestie
She in a skirt, and she lookin’ hella preppy
Gotta hit it from the rear, if she let me
Look, ay, i ran it like a track meet

I shoot it where your tracks be
Young six four, so baby, please don’t be an athlete
A mathlete, i’m so smart, yeah that’s where my brain be
Hold up, i shot my glock, it didn’t have no safety

I run it, i’ll gun it, i’m lookin’ so fly so you know that i’m stunnin’
Me and my homies sell teams like an onion
It stink, i got a jet and it came with a mink
It’s pink, diamonds on me, that’s rosé sink

No, i ain’t ask, i don’t care what you think
Please shut up, do not talk to me
Diamonds on me, that’s rosé pink, hm, hm
I spent a coupe on a pinky

I been talkin’ my sh#t, give a f#ck what you think
Ain’t nobody here colder than me
Every time that a young n#gg# drop
Everybody can see how they go and they makin’ go be

Every verse is a photo i shoot from the three
And you know that that b#tch from the sink
Beat goin’ stupid, i call that atypical
Goddess of rap, and my lyrics are biblical

Start from the bottom, now we goin’ pinnacle
Piss on these rappers, i call that a urinal
If he is hatin’ me, know that i’m droppin’ him
Reload my pistol, and you know i’m cockin’ it

Point to his head in his face, and i’m poppin’ it
This is not reptile, now it is all legit
Red lights (lights), stop signs
We’ve been waitin’ for the sunshine (shine)

A long time
Pulled up on em, had to bounce out
They under clone and became
We ridin’ o.l. (ay)

You can’t deny (ay, yuh)
You talkin’ all that sh#t, but all my n#gg#s on go
We pull up, three deef and that’s an ed, edd n eddy, bro
I’m really stackin’ my cash, can’t nobody stop this sh#t

I’m on a board, flippin’ with the vans, b#tch
f#ck her to sleep like she had a xan, b#tch
Starter pod, grip it with the left hand, b#tch
Forty on me, imma pop like a zit

This sh#t gettin’ real, shoutout to legit
I been eatin’ ramen since i was a jit
I’m beatin’ the p#ss# like it was a drum kit
n#gg#s get mad when i snap like this

I’m puttin’ hip-hop in the feet and i’m saucedad
But i can’t race sh#t
(lilcock) ay, (lilcock) ay
What else could i say that hasn’t been said?

If it wasn’t for this music sh#t, we’d already be dead
I’m countin’ this bread, yeah i’m headed straight to the bank
I’m smokin’ on dank, my neighbours sayin’ that sh#t is stank
Try thinkin’ differently, everybody thinkin’ the same

That don’t make no sense to me, just ask the dollars i’ve gained
We makin’ history, lately i, i’ve gone insane
This life imprisoned me, it’s time to go on my way
Ay, yeah, yeah, yes, my way or the highway

Take your pick, just get the f#ck outta my face (ay)
Ah, ay
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