On the up, up, up when it night time Got a lil night light when the night shine Gotta put a couple rappers on a night shift And gotta put a couple rappers on a lifeline Aint another acco-lady lookin' like mine So they gotta pipe down when I write mine Since the heat stay steady like a pipe bomb I got the hoes freak-a-leakin' like pipeline Gotta know when a joker wanna jock Or a nigga wanna plot from a block or a confine Dry snitch on a bitch on ya timeline Get ya slumped up or ya momma on a hotline On the night news With a night crew Getting no clues But it's Hi Mom When they find you In a haiku From another rap dude down the boulevard That's no thang That's no pain That's no gain That's no playin Playin' no games That's no mas That's Rogaine That's real rap Joe Rogan That's real heat That Soleil That's real gas That propane That's Cooley That's Kool-Aid My shit drop New WuTang Yo shit drop New Blu-Ray That got 'em leaning to the side like a toupee Try'na see the new wave from the sorbet But the 4k got 'em blind-sided with a toothache Leave 'em with the toothpaste Cooley with the Lupe Hit em with the foreplay Shoot 'em like it's 2K Or the Luke Cage Or the Bruce Wayne So the po'boys Know it's Clayco Hoe for ya hoe boi Like, Girl, I just came for yo summer I'm here for yo man and he choosin' like run it up The shit that you mumble on Tumblr Talkin' on Twitter, you might as well fumble 'em And speaking of Falcons I see what you mouthin But don't got the clearance to fuck wit' ya Like humina, humina, hol' up That's too many hundreds, I barely can sum it up Y'all reading 48 Laws on this shit I break at 84 hours and shit You gotta brand it and market yo shit I brought a marketing team in this bitch She try'na threatin' to court so I took her to court Just to show her her money too short for this shit And yo money too young And you know where I'm from And I'm from it as fuck in this bitch Hoe Clayco, hoe Clayco, hoe Clayco Run it back, run it back Clayco, hoe Clayco, hoe Clayco, hoe Clayco