Cludder (Explicit)

Song: Cludder (Explicit)

Artist: J.I.D

Lyrics: Christo, Nice Rec & JID

Composed: Nice Rec & Christo

Uh, see what the fuck I'm sayin'? See what I'm sayin'?

Look, nigga, don't talk about style, 'cause I'll violate

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I annihilate

Let the gun sound, drum sound, then sirens play

How many caskets can niggas buy today? Trap-boom

Fuck the classroom, shawty said he gotta tassel in the street

'Cause in school he only trap out the bathroom

Sellin' weed, grassroots, and some pill capsules

Plus he get can run in your pad with the mask like raccoons, they scavengin'

They ain't dribblin', they travelin', they ain't civil, they savages

Wrist little, they shootin' like Shawn Marion, accurate

Baggin' shit, shit bag, body bag, bad shit happenin'

Bad men, bullеts racket like badminton, that's past tensе

Boy, you're dumb, you your daddy son, never had shit

Lil' bad kid tryna act big

I'll send him home with an ass kickin' then an aspirin

Stick to the rap shit

They bustin' their gun, but only in adlibs

I know what the facts is, they really ain't bustin' the packages down

I was just hand in hand, they got the plan and found me out, uh

Niggas'll wrap saran, we on yo' land, surround your house, uh

Lookin' out for my man, he down and bad, he down and out, uh

Niggas be tryna laugh, we knock the grin from out your mouth

I'm up when the sun down

I sleep when my heart don't pound

I'm off the ground

You couldn't fuck with my bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

Check it, dawg, check it, uh, look

I'm tired all the fuckin' talk about, "What you talkin' about?"

Talkin' to them, I'm snatchin' your tongue up out your fuckin' mouth

Pop said, "Be silent and observe"

Two ears and one mouth, a nigga got it for a purpose

Gon' pop that pussy, baby, you got it for a purpose

I know I just got off-topic, I just had to insert it 'cause I'm a pervert

Anyways, word, I'm still broke as a fuck

My big homie just passed, he was young and not old enough

To not be bumpin' P. Troy in that box Chevy, with that knock B

Down the block, fuck a tall bitch 'til she knock-kneed

What you not gon' do is sit and say that you got me

'Cause when a nigga had fell, it's 'cause people had dropped me, ah

Never trust a nigga sayin', "Trust me"

Be stupid to trust a bitch

The only time she love me is when we fuckin'

The truth will come out the closet, all dirty and dusty

But a real nigga can't get touched by Sandusky

Dodge your stampede, I done seen Jumanji run up on it

I promise he end up runnin'

Fuck a runner, run a check

Still checkin' my balance to pay my mama debt

I ain't quite fulfilled my promise yet

And I didn't finish college, but it wasn't time for that

But I got an A in vagina Ed

And I'm from the A like Simon says

Everybody do the same shit, except for JID, now what the problem is?

I'm up when the sun down

I sleep with my heart don't pound

I'm off the ground

You couldn't fuck with my bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, oh