Clippers Lyrics – Hurricane Wisdom, G Herbo

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[Intro: Hurricane Wisdom]
(Julioo!)
Let’s do it, huh
Starting to realize I’m that n!gga (Realize I’m that n!gga)
I am, for real, truth
Boom

[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy (Ayy), I’m starting to realize I’m that n!gga (I am)
Grab it low and then I send ’em
Don’t take s*it to be a killer (Nope)
Even the church house filled with sinners

N!gga, my safe house filled with clippers
And I got on me in LA, I’m dropping two, Kawhi Leonard (Boom, bop)

[Verse 1: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, ayy, make sure I got my Gen, ayy
Micro Drac’ come small, but I don’t know how gang got it in
Conversion kit, put it on my fin, tap this b!tch, I’m throwing ten
The b!tch said, “Who you think you is?” So I asked her what I look like (That n!gga)

[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy (Uh), I’m starting to realize I’m that n!gga (I am)
Grab it low and then I send ’em
Don’t take s*it to be a killer (Nope)
Even the church house filled with sinners
N!gga, my safe house filled with clippers
And I got on me in LA, I’m dropping two, Kawhi Leonard (Boom, bop)

[Verse 2: Hurricane Wisdom]
Nah, fu*k it, I’m dropping fifty like I’m Giannis (Ball)
You ain’t fu*king up my phonics
But over here, b!tch, I’m a problem (Real)
Ayy (Ayy), I was ahead, b!tch, I’m a pro
I had went asked the gang, was bouncing out that flame, but he don’t know (Know)
They say life’s a game, I treat s*it like a game, you know the score
On the ground, that boy a ghost

Behind that frrt, his ass post (Real)
Fu*k, ayy, ayy, uh

[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom & G Herbo]
Ayy, I’m starting to realize I’m that n!gga (I am)
Grab it low and then I send ’em
Don’t take s*it to be a killer (Nope)
Even the church house filled with sinners (Uh, uh)
N!gga, my safe house filled with clippers (Uh, uh)
And I got on me in LA, I’m dropping two, Kawhi Leonard (Uh, uh)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Since a jit, I been that n!gga
Sixteen with six figures
I go AP, Patek, Richard
G Swerve, big spender
Buy a Lamb’, pull off, go tint it
Foenem tryna get me to spin it
Fu*k these pussies, I don’t feel ’em
If he move, Drench kill him
I got mad love in the trenches, but I ain’t been back in a minute
I been on the road and fu*king hoes and counting checks relentless
Beat the streets, I ducked the sentence, toting Kriss Vec’, jumping fences
Told my mama quit her job ’cause we don’t need no fu*king pension
If it’s smoke, better pay attention, lil’ bro stay on go, he ain’t missing
The Glock 23 got a switch and extension
And you’ll die over tweets, don’t mention me
If you ain’t with it, you still can get it
When you gon’ realize I’m that n!gga?
Made it out without a scratch, we was baby apes going to war with gorillas
Ski

[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, I’m starting to realize I’m that n!gga (I am)
Grab it low and then I send ’em
Don’t take s*it to be a killer (Nope)
Even the church house filled with sinners
N!gga, my safe house filled with clippers
And I got on me in LA, I’m dropping two, Kawhi Leonard