This is a song about "Ass clap"

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

With every boom boom clap in it

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit