This is a song about "Gun clap"

I told him get his 9 and run

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

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

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

What up girl, tell me how you been

In the car with a gun,

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Work straight out the kitchen

Just give me a carrot gun

No offense, don't assume people will clap

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag