[Intro]
(The legendary Fya Man)
Know what I'm saying?
This a public service announcement
I'm on anything that you on
Frrt

[Verse 1]
Fill up the clip, better call backup, n***a, we on one
Doggin' the whip, come here, 12 get behind, we goin' two hundun
Hundred-round drum on the ARP look like two honey buns
Make him fall for it, if you run, make him fall back if he step to it
Woo, woo, woo (Brrt), woo, better get low if we get close
I'ma dirty-ass n***a, but I'm clean like soap (Clean like soap)
Better take it to the grave if you know what I know (Know what I know)
Brеad by the loaf and I move like thе Pope
Lil' bro take his soul from Moncler coat
Deep in the trenches, I'm givin' 'em hope
My Glock got more extensions than my ho (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Lil' bro tweak, turn 'to a sniper (Yeah)
N***a, you tweet, turn 'to a typer (Yeah)
Talk shit, couldn't back it up, got a diaper (Mm)
Osama my shooter idol (Mm)
Bro rollin' up K2 in a Bible (In a bible)
Sleep with a knife, that n***a like Michael (Michael)
Don't approach me, my shooter bite you
It's a high chance I might not like you
[Chorus]
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo (Fill it up, fill it up)
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
Fill up the clip, yeah, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo

[Verse 2]
Call me bougie, I don't roll my opps, I'd rather send his mama flowers
Auntie love me, she call me sweet (Yeah), she don't even know this shit get sour (Shit get sour)
Cuh to the left, he here for a body, got him employed, he payed by the hour
Plenty nights, mama had to look for her bleach, it was right here with me in the shower
Yeah, n***a be chillin', we pullin' up, Civics, they can't even see us, it's five percent
Jumpin' the fence, he tried to duck the switch, I'm tryna make all they blocks get bent
I don't repent for none of my sins, I know that I'll do it again and again
Strapped to the chin, my chest up, next up, flexed up, n***a, that's on my kid
Back in them days, my pockets had lint
Still had pool, went and got a n***a drenched (Drenched)
Owe me bread, I don't care if we kin
N***a better kiss my ass, he spint
My own mom even say I'm crazy
I was dropped on my head as a baby
She a young thug if she my lady
Slime shit out, then tell her to—

[Chorus]
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woah
Fill up the clip, yeah, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, woo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Outro]
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Fill up the clip, fill up the clip
Mmm, fill up the clip, fill up the clip, lil' n***a