Nolia Clap

One, two, three, four. bust it Remix remix All right, all right Wag the juvenile I love that Where it's town at, ATL at, Miami Little Haiti, Lauderdale at, y'all hear that New York clap Y'all hear that New York clap, I say that you gon' do that thing Boy, please believe, if not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe One thing about it, coach, she's up up the sleeve You can skip attack the boys while I'm plucking with trees Every fast spot I got, I stuff it with G Fuck a chain and a whip, that'll fuck up my seat I'd rather ride around in my hoop than blowin' on trees With two eaters in my lap Up at 400 degrees, man, fuck juvenile Nah, nigga, that's my dog, say that shit again, I'll whack all y'all Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all Probably get on that rob shit and crack all y'all I never talk sideways, I put you on the highway I ain't sweatin' in the thickest hoop I could get on Friday Catchin' that New York, I ain't runnin' on the drive On Friday ride with you, tryna gun you down, shootin' at you Hit that tie, way to pay, yeah, pick that lay, yeah, way to text Way to mind, way to take, yeah, y'all hear that New York clap West coast, what's up, y'all hear that New York clap, west side What's up, way in Y-S, N-J-S, feel it, feel it, G-E-B-A-S, y'all hear that New York clap, east coast, what's up Y'all hear that New York clap, east south, what's up I'm straight holly girl you know that what i'm old school It's your project like a pullback Now i told you now you know that you ain't Welcome here you ain't see i'm gone on my Door mat so stupid why you ain't abide by that if I catch you on my watch we're gonna die by that Right there by them leaves don't lie about it right Side of that dog doodoo you gonna drive Like that, this is payback for anyone who ever said that Look i'm safe with this best don't get His head packed don't get his face slashed or His neck shook look in my face look this is how That look look if you deaf look look i ain't playing With you gonna talk what all i'm gonna Say to you so learn to read lips for utp Trips every time that elk in them trees From the dirty, dirty, you heard me, you shoulda get shot From all the unemployment lines, me body's all that you block I travel all over the place, been in some serious fights Fuckin' not knowin' that niggas wanna kill me or not All of that food, nothin' fun, ain't gon' get you nowhere If we not about shootin' up stuff, man, we can go there Get your skids, show your skid, and put your sets down We ain't got a way, look at this beat, you can't be threatenin' now If I don't call that stank, you'll get Paul in survival Cool D, my nigga, fuck it, so slam me with the rider Now clap for a B.M., clap for a B.M And if you clap right, I can get you 20s and 10s 30-coals got money, we got plenty to spend Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them Yeah, this is Big Ben and Bright Chef Clappin' like UTP 2004, put your youths up Right on A-Protect Y'all hear that New York rap? Y'all hear that New York rap? Y'all hear that New York rap? Rap a lot You'll see peace Holla back All right! juve! All right, Jay Hold right! Hold right! Hold right! Hold right! Hold right! all right