[Lyric] EMPTY THE CLIP (Lil L.A. Marz (Lil Last Alien On Marz))

Lil L.A. Marz - EMPTY THE CLIP!
Lyrics


Intro:
(L.A., who the fuck?)
Yeah
Yahh-aye (1300 shii)
Yeah, yahh-aye (uhh-igh)
Yeah, yahh-aye!
Uh (Uh)
Why you act so hard?
Uh

Verse:
Aye
Why you act so hard, if you not close to it?
Pussy from the start, sus shit, yeah, you prone to it
Where the fuck you park? Said you got a pole in it
I gave em fuckin’ scars, I’ll make sure you go home wit em
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Rip his ass apart, you think I was gon let em go?
He not goin’ far, he thought he’s gon’ let it blow
Let em know, bullets build like cough drops, did you catch a cold?
Yeah (Aye, yeah, yeah!)
Whoa (Yеah, yeah!)
Yeah (Yeah, yеah!)
Aye, whoa-oh (Yeah, yeah!)
Yeah! (Aye, yeah, yeah!)
Whoa (Yeah, yeah!)
Yeah (Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh-ahh-ahh-ah-igh!)
Wahh-ahh-ahh-igh!
Pull up in that Demon, bet you can’t explain, yeah (Can’t explain!)
I don’t do no talkin’, I just get to sprayin’ (Sprayin’!)
You said you gon’ pull up, but you never came, yeah
Come on, baby, make em dance, Choppa love to entertain (Yeah!)
NLE Top Shotta but I also gotta Uzi, I named it Symere
Scorpio shit, pull yo bitch, come here
Put 10 shots in yo fuck nigga ears, yeah
Silent killer, gun go pew, pew, pew
Fuck it, we uppin’ that shit to the max
Fuck it, we smokin’ dem niggas in packs
I’m sayin’
The fuck I look like me sayin’ shit?
No, no, not no rat, lil baby
Yeah, yeah, that’s no cap, lil baby
Yeah, yeah, that’s a fact, lil baby
I’m done with that quiet shit, we goin’ back and loud, bab— (Yahh-igh!)
Tell yo opps we goin’ vrazy, bustin’ through yo town, bab—
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Where yo rounds at?
Pull up, I see suits and ties, I guess this where the clowns at
Yeah, yeah
They said they big ass dogs, that’s where the hounds at
Yeah, yeah
Hol’ on tell me how you fuckin’ found that
Yeah, yeah
Y’all puppies, never grew up where the pound at
Yeah, yeah
King of what? Bitch, gimme yo crown back
Yeah
Shoot yo voice, you not gon’ get yo sound back
Yeah, yeah
Stay deep up in the cut, spin where you lounge at
Blood everywhere, no, that shit not Kool-Aid (Yeah)
Damn sho not ketchup, bitch, if you seein’ this, it’s too late (Yeah)
I betchu know that line, but ion listen to any Drake, yeah
Pull up on you wit a Drac, yeah
Yo name Josh, but you built like a Megan
Aim the shots at yo muhfuckin’ denim
Applying’ pressure to yo muhfuckin’ leggings
Pull a Rage, I shot his muhfuckin’ knees
Fold a nigga like a test with no good answers
See you tryna walk, put holes in yo feet
He makin’ out with the curb, he a romancer
Shoot at all these fuckin’ randoms
Pop all the cameras
Last time yo bitch say, “You handsome”
Bitch!
Hey, I said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
I said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
I said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
That shit not gon work, but you can try, bitch
You can try it
You got high confidence
You not gon’ take that compliment?
That shit is shockin’, let’s see how gon’ act with cops and shit
Yeah, he that opp, nigga
Tryna keep the block cold, can’t talk witchu
What’s stoppin’ you from shootin’ at a dome before sundown?
Is you gon’ run now?
No way out, you is stuck, bitch (Yeah!)
And like a statue, nigga
These bitches starin’ at you
Is you gonna make a move? (Yeah)
Even the parents laughin’
Aim it at yo Herringbone (Yeah!)
You is fucked, nigga
He move like a Karen, whoa (Damn!)
I’m like, “What’s up witchu?”
Fuck nigga gotta be tweakin’ (Tweakin’!)
If he tryna stand up to me
Bruh voice hella squeaky, while got a look of a tough nigga
That’s why you ain’t got no bitch, I look down when she look up to me
But that’s not the issue, youse a pussy and a DUFF, nigga
Can’t fuck witchu
(Hey!)
Over here tryna empty up the clip
Over here tryna empty up the clip
Over here tryna empty up the clip, yeah
How you gon’ tryna empty up the clip if you can’t do none?
Hold yo face back, watch yo mouth if you can’t shoot none (Whoa!)

Outro:
Ouu-wahh-igh-igh-igh
Ouu, aye, yah-yeah, yeah
Ouu-wahh-igh-igh-igh
Ouu, aye, yah


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