This is a song about "Guns clap and people run"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn