CLapBAck
[Intro]
Yeah, hmm, lalala
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
NYOMBO, you- you snapped, no cap

[Hook]
Your bars boring, they be having me sleep
Your clapbacks, they be having me weak
Gucci, Fendi, that designer on me
These Off-Whites man you thought these was cleets

[Verse 1]
They talking let em' talk they crap
Lil' brother want my autograph
In the race, you came in last
I went, way to fast, coupe went dash
I know what it feels like to have your track called whack
All these bars man I spit like a llama
Only focused on myself on myself and the comas
[Hook]
Your bars boring, they be having me sleep
Your clapbacks, they be having me weak
Gucci, Fendi, that designer on me
These Off-Whites man you thought these was cleets

[Verse 2]
These Off-Whites man you thought these was cleets
I rep it, born in NC
Made it now everybody, wanna feat
Stackin' commas, we get bread that's on me
I said, we get bread, no gluten free
Pretty tragic, faces on a white tee
Couple hundred bands, that excite me