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Dcg Brothers - Clockin Out Lyrics

[Intro: DCG Shun]
I ain't been gin for that juice, fuck all that (Goddamn, Rich)
Pop outs on the toilet, bitch (Alright, okay, for real, Gentle Beatz, for real)
He ain't gettin' back up (Yeah, for real)
Ha, damn (Ha, aw, aw, aw)
Look, look
I say, uh (Yeah)

[Verse 1: DCG Shun & DCG Bsavv]
First nigga fall, he fucked (Tuh)
If you don't bail out right now and we pull on they block, these niggas gon' see my truck (Damn, damn)
Niggas keep postin' on Facebook, sendin' him prayers and postin' his people up (Wha-wha-wha)
Fuck your son, I commented on her status and said he ain't gettin' back up
Bitch, money on my head, I still ain't dead, I still ain't tip my truck (I still didn't)
I clapped your ass with one of my favorite Glocks, I'll never come give this up (Uh-uh)
She love that nigga, she prayin' for him, wе finna come lift him up (Kill his ass)
Soon as he die, I'm makin' my homiе 'nem fuckin' and tell 'em, "Go build her up" (Nigga)
She fuckin' that nigga like I don't even know, that shit just killed my trust (Bitch)
I heard that shit and laughed, if I was high, I wouldn't even gave no fuck (Ha, ha)
Uh, when niggas go broke, they favorite line, "Ayy, bro, I'm savin' up" (Broke-ass)
I done got rich in a year, he still ain't rich, shit, I woulda gave it up
Huh (Yeah, uh, uh, uh), look (Uh), I woulda gave it up (Yeah)
Look, I woulda gave it up
The police asked you questions, you told the truth, shit, I woulda made it up (Goddamn)
I ran it down the court, passed it to my mans, boy, you woulda laid it up (Ha)
Shun ain't got no dick for none of you hoes, my lil' bitch ate it up (Yeah, she did)
Ha, look (Huh, huh), yeah (Huh), my lil' bitch ate it down (Woo, woo)
It's eighty degrees outside, they said they posted, grrt, eighty rounds (Bitch)
One of my opps tryna rap, I ain't even no hater, I really just hate his sound (I hate his ass)
And you don't gotta pass the letter, I'm already up, I don't need no favors, clown (Alright, look, Shun)
[Verse 2: DCG Bsavv]
I'm ridin' through there right now
Just like a mattress, I'm 'bout to lay it down (This shit down)
I run in that bitch myself and tied him up and told him don't make a sound (Gah, gah, get out)
My opps so slow, they don't even got no feet or can't even pronounce a noun (Slow as fuck)
Like a SEAL, we finna shake it down (Shake it down)
Back then you loved me but hate me now (Hate me now)
I'm in a straight A Jeep, it'll shake the ground (Come on)
All that yellin', lil' nigga better calm it down (Calm it down)
It's always niggas who never did shit tellin' the nigga you better go ask around (Ask)
I know your ho called, I'm finna flag it down (I'm finna what?)
I'm tryna smoke somethin', so I'm finna grab a pound (Hold on)
I walk in stores and they tried tax me down
No LOL's, I ain't laugh out loud (Uh-uh)
I'm loud and rollin', I got a 'bow and I got some poles (Yeah)
And we goin' to Rolling Loud (Okay)
I'm so cold, a nigga got bold (Uh-huh), I'm doin' these shows, I'm jumpin' in all the crowds (Jump)
It's been so long, my nigga got ten and he doin' time but he finna walk it down (It's free the guys)
My bitch so deep inside of her bag, I still like to spoil her 'cause she like to boss around (Boss me around)
Uh, I'm flyin' my bitch, so fly in the air that she could've lost her crown (She could've died)
I'm hittin' your ho in the head, I'm foldin' her legs (Yeah), look how she get tossed around (Uh)
I been said whatever I said, them niggas be scared, that's why they don't come around (Fuck them niggas)
My career, my shit been off the ground
He was walkin', that nigga ain't talkin' now (He dead)
Nigga lost his top and I went to find his shit up there at the lost and found (Found it)
Got a hundred Ps, you gon' get you two for three if you make a offer now (For sixteen hundred)
She was textin' me, talkin' 'bout she gon' eat this dick, bitch, you actin' awkward now (Awkward, ho)
I was workin', but that shit really ain't payin' off, so now I'm clockin' out (Uh-huh)
[Verse 3: DCG Msavv]
Fuck it, he takin' out, out of this crib, we stakin' out (Here)
Shots at his head, scary-ass niggas be duckin' (Baow), I'm tryna take him out (Baow, baow, baow)
Uh, you lovin' that ho, she nothin' (Bye)
Your right hand man, she tryna suck him (She did)
All on my dick, I won't even fuck her (Nah, nah)
Free all the killers who ain't say nothin' (Nah)
I won't ever tell and won't say shit (What up?)
It look like we up and dyin' rich (We up)
Tellin' me he had really died for shit (He had died)
Tellin' me he really had died snitch (Homie died)
Ridin' with fours, slide down his block and dome, we hit his eye and nose (Bah, bah, bah)
Callin' it pressure, nigga had death from pressure, I know that shit hurt the most (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm ridin' with mine, it's never a issue (Ridin')
You blowin' your gun, I'm blowin' it with you (Goin')
Out on parole, I still wanna hit 'em (I am)
Shit don't stop, might catch up with you (Bah)
I'm ridin' this bitch and I'm ridin' it fast (Ridin', ridin', ha, ha)
Prayin' to God that I'll never crash (Ridin', ridin', ha)
When your bitch wanna fuck, she hittin' you last (Come on, uh)
Out on the block, she hang with gang (Bah)
When I came in this bitch, I came with gang (We came)
We came in this bitch, we came with aim (We goin')
In society, what you gon' be like O-Dog? Or you gon' die like Kane (What you gon' die, die?)
I'm sayin', this shit get ugly (Ugly)
Took shots, I'm sayin' I'm lucky (I am)
I'm knowin' they sayin' it's fuck me (Fuck 'em)
Them niggas'll talk, but never'll touch me (Fuck you)
I'm knowin' they sayin' it's nothin' (Ha, ha, ha)
I'll fuck 'em, buy my song (I am)
Listen to me, how you ain't givin' her funds (How the fuck?) but you out here givin' her D? (Uh, D)
Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga, you really tryna be (Uh, tryna)
Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me one, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga