It’s the C L A A T A okay x2 

Yes, this is Dior on my shirt 
I’m high as fuck, off a half of perc 
S-Stay switching lanes, the Ferrari go skrt 
(Skrrr Skr Skrrr) 
Trickin’ these niggas and leavin’ em hurt 
They know when Claata drop a verse 
All these rap bitches go straight to work 
Go against me and a bitch gone get murked 
I’m goin insane, I’m goin berserk 

Cause these bitches envy me 
how could bitches envy thee
We finna get high, hand me the papers 
Bitch we finna roll up this tree 
Lil nigga this pussy ain’t free
Fuck nigga where is the money
No bitch want smoke
When I’m in they city, these bitches is running from me

I got da Gucci, da Louis, da Fendi, da Prada
Bitches my daughtas 
Bitches gon get slaughtered 
The rap game I been conquered  
That’s why a bitch ain’t bothered 
I-I-I’m getting shit done, while these bitches just ponder 

She claim she that bitch why haven’t I seen ha yet
Money on my mind not worried bout bitches 
I just hop on the jet 
(Ho)
Lil bitch better come correct 
For my bitches put er check 
I could never argue wit a bitch, I just lay em to rest  
(U-U-UH OH)

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