Clubber Lang

Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
Twenty sack stuffing it
Bad bitch cuffin it
And I done had enough of this
Nursery rhymes
Niggas lying, they got perjury lines
Its like surgery your life is literally on the line
My design pure cancer its pure anthems
Got em dancing in the streets but not from the beat
But from the shots that jump outta the heat
Fuck you thought, blood sport, blood on my diors
Shooting niggas on tour leaving em stretched
I'm naughty with the glock 40
That's why I named it Treach
I blame respect for the reason you gotta get checked when I'm on the set
Stop asking me for the connect I crash and wreck
Put holes through the door of your baby mamma address
Global mogul get you injured come in a gang
When the chip nick folds you and holds you
I'm the greatest but you too busy riding dicks to play this
So fuck you and your playlist

I just want the money and the power, the opposite of coward
Open carry pistol AR ready to shower
I was taught brain power over manpower
Used to hustle in the towers now my repertoire a tower
Cauliflower tempura Im ready
Nose dive slippery slope you going sledding
Wise P and P Dub with Statik in the kitchen
Got some suckers tucking tail cuz they don't want detention
Quick decision pay up or else pain get felt
I need every last dollar and the change on the shelf
I'm going stealth Im tryna make gains to my wealth
While you sit around playing with yourself
But fuck that, you playing with sacks Im chasing the sack
Fresh outta Sax jet fuel blow it like a sax
Paper stack to the max I just want the scraps
Every dime due plus tax
All of it, every dime, every dollar and everything else you got
And fuck all the bull shit you know what I'm talking about?

I'm waking up in the penthouse cause of my pen
Mami fresh out the penthouse I done it again
I bagged me a model slash entrepreneur
Selling pussy pictures, pounds, powder and more
Cook coke looking like clam chowder galore
My accounts off shore sippin crown top floor
My new bitch a dog yo she got the lock jaw
Put in work then I told her get the condom out the drawer
Got Paul wall grill and a Wise P mink
Like my mommy's caramel and rose pink
Color coordinated to fit custom made it
The brick Off-White it's like Virgil made it
The bricks they get wrapped
Your bitch get kidnapped
We using her for the weekend we gon give her right back
We gettin it out the trap peppermint out the pack
8 Ball hit hard like I'm battling on smack

Watch what you do for the love
KRS said it will get you
Dope boys on the gram posting predator pictures
Homie in front of the CVS beggin for liquor
I hate that the drugs fucked him up he was a regular nigga
I picked him up take him to eat his favorite seafood and dinner rolls
Kept giving him red snapper and never a fishing pole
Didn't know I wasn't helping until it hit my soul
Gave him a paper like here write down all your different goals
And gimme a call when you ready to work them
He never called still laying down guessed the hurt floored him
Back to these raps I'm so wavy I surf board em
I'm so dirty you gotta hit the Earth's core to search for em
My nigga that's how I hopped in the blue rag blue jag
Paint so silky look like a du rag
The coroner zipped me I'm fresh to death in my new bag
I survive with few have so why you mad you bad
Now you know who you in the presence of
Denny's after the titty bar
No Charlamagne but that's the Breakfast club
Smith and Wesson snug for family I got that wreckless love
Fuck around and you catch the slug now you met the plug
Herby love bug bucket hat
Salt and pepper beard I don't fuck with none a yall
Yall niggas hella weird
Yall gon make me take off like a Learjet
Bitches here the lyrics get horny nigga they ears wet
Let's rap about it