This is a song about "Extendo clips"

And the v12, that's on various trips

With gats, extra mags and clips

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

I come equiped with two clips named condemned

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I dont give a fuck if your a thug an use clips with slugs.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,