Crystal Clear

(专辑： Testers, Pt. 2 - 2019)

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear
That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear
If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near
Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear
7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square
8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer
On my way to my other crib, I just hit a deer
Pistol in my hand while I'm rapping, shoot the engineer

Aye, let's get this shit cracking
20 people pulled up to the trap, man this bitch slapping
21 shots in the Glock, man this bitch Savage
Tried to moonwalk on the work, I done tripped backwards
I don't fuck with Qualitest cause the shit nasty
Drinking red with my pinky out, taking sips classy
Fou-five with breathing holes, this bitch got asthma
30 shots, leave you with more holes than a Ritz cracker
Pop a nigga in the store, right by the chip baggies
I ain't selling nicks and dimes, I need a big baggie
Made a 20 at the crib, I'm in here relaxing
I ain't have to sell a piece of dope, I'm in this bitch rapping
Shot a nigga in his head and pushed the shit backwards
My nigga pulled up with some qually and I bitch slapped him
I'm still bout to drink this shit, but I'm unhappy
I'm still walking through the dope house, in these big bastards
Paid a ransom for your son, we just kidnapped em'
I tried to calm Ghosts down, he took six addys
I just bust a book open, I'm on the fifth chapter
Pop a nigga 'fore I get the money, I hit licks backwards

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear
That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear
If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near
Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear
7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square
8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer
On my way to my otha' crib, I just hit a deer
Pistol in my hand while I'm rapping, shoot the engineer

Pop a nigga watch him bleed, he need a tampon
Shoot his ass from cross the street, I got the flash on
When I'm out of town swiping cards, my name Antwan
Man y'all niggas full of cap, put a hat on
Nigga pulled up in the RT, with the stamp on it
Forgiato's on the Hellcat, I took a crap on 'em

Just nodded off on the beat, I took a nap on it
Thousand dollars cash, he want Ri to put his stamp on it
Beat a nigga ass, tie him up then put all blacks on him
Handicap flow man my Porsche gone need a ramp on it
Producer ain't mix the song right, I pulled the strap on him

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear
That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear
If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near
Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear