CLIP 2.7.5. - My Level lyrics

Verse 1 - Clip275 You ain't on my level Dipping the scene, pushin the pedal Stick with the team but im a rebel 45, pack of the green, i never settle Organized rap for the cream I need a medal Hard rock sh**. im talkin metal f**ed up n***a wit a past Duck the police when they're commin for ya a** Cuz mothaf**as always try to hold you down Can't really f** with me, i told you clowns I got a golden sound I f** with zoe's n pounds Trill city, n***a. here to burn the crown Putting all this work up in my trunk Drop it on ya town & ima bump Everything from studios to funk Feet up on the throne that you're never gonna debunk My name is clip, i pack that clip And bet i never slip that pistol grip, get pistol whipped Shoutout my n***a Nell & Young Renegade Brawvo, Curry, Champ - we sharper than some razor blades I'm wildin in the coupe, you're caught up in the loop Im sounding sicker everyday, somebody pa** the soup My body's after loot, while your party packed with the boo's And i ain't talkin liquor n***a, im talkin bout pollutes" Hook You ain't on my level Verse 2 - Yung Simmie You ain't on the level that I'm on 2 double cups, yea im sippin' on Patron I'm with 2 hoes, betta leave me alone You whack n***as never smokin' on strong I can't stop cuz a n***a just prolong I rolled a joint, yea that b**h is so long I hit that joint and a n***a is so gone I'm with the crew & we do what we do 2.7.5. b**h, don't forget the 2 You feel my vibe & you hear that attitude I mean mug, i ain't even mad at you I seen his girl so i had to bag her too Cuz im a mack, i do what i gotta do And n***a you ain't on my level, who is you? I pop pop with the pistol, now he through She pop pop for the crew, she so loose We sippin juice Hook You Ain't on My Level Verse 3 - Clip275 Chop drop Drop top Ride wit a n***a gettin guap guap Put it in my Dropbox Onslaught k**in every verse I really feel like ima wild out' now High right now Charge a fine like pow Don't give a f** Bite my style right now I'm flyin off the top Wit no prop I drop The realest sh** you probably ever f**in heard, right now Cuz you ain't on my level I'm gettin green Cuz of the metal I flex n keep on wit dinero Write my rhymes My lyrics being settled Over Couple duffle bags of the loochie Hova Couldn't touch this If you knew me Sober, Wouldn't be a way to go about such a thing Talkin sh** like I ain't bout to hit ya mama wit the bling n***a Pump pump BIGGA Guns like what Bank accounts six figures Trunk bump phonk Cadillac , big picture n***a now what? Cabbage patch Lick Split a p**y n***a like f** Get it? Probably not U n***as probably hot Cuz u ain't ever on the level that I always rock Got a 100 thousand reasons just to rep my own sh** Got my logic n my reason so i rep my own clique Raider klan Red Table 305 to the damn Gables We go live not a damn fable Kick it like a horse, n***a I'm a damn stable Im Outta my mind , but my pay stable Becuz I'm always gon grind Which u can't relate to Fans hate u, Fam never Keep em close by, I'm a vendetta N You ain't on my level