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Title: New Clip, Same Click
Artist: Country Lunatic™
Label: F.O.W.B Independent Records™
Fam: Lunatic Nation™
New ship, new stick, chrome grip, full click (loaded up)
Big body Dodge sittin' heavy, make the road split (rumblin')
New bitch bad with a bag and a glow stick (she thick)
Only thing the same? Still hang with the whole clique (day one)
New clip, new aim, red dot, no miss (headshot)
Chrome face mask, can't tell who the ghost is (who that?)
New cash, new play, new safe, no risk (run it up)
Only thing the same? Same clique, no switch (never fold)
Whole squad move like a militia (click clack)
Red dot dancin’ like a stripper on a pitcher (ooh, bounce)
Slide through the mud with a plug in the system (dirty work)
Got dope, got guns, got heart, got wisdom (all that)
New whips lined up like a car show (vroom)
Chrome barrels flash like a star glow (flashbang)
Neck ice cold like Fargo (brrr)
But I’m still in the woods with a stove and a barcode (cookin')
I don’t play fair, I don’t say sorry (hell nah)
Got a big bitch sittin’ in the bed of the ‘Rari (trunk thumpin')
Big stick talk like a mob hit story (shh, quiet)
Country go dumb, but I’m sharp like Maury (DNA)
New tags, new packs, new licks (got it)
I can still make plays in the rain with a crucifix (hallelujah)
Street smart, but the wordplay academic (genius)
I’m a redneck rebel with a meth-lab aesthetic (underground)
New ship, new stick, chrome grip, full click (click clack)
Big body Dodge sittin' heavy, make the road split (roll out)
New bitch bad with a bag and a glow stick (woo, dime)
Only thing the same? Still hang with the whole clique (no new friends)
New clip, new aim, red dot, no miss (pop pop)
Chrome face mask, can't tell who the ghost is (masked up)
New cash, new play, new safe, no risk (trap tight)
Only thing the same? Same clique, no switch (locked in)
Bitch I been hot, never been lukewarm (nah)
Every bar bodybag, zip like a school dorm (toe tag)
Still got that trailer park heat, no decorum (hot plate)
Rims so big they moonwalk like a dance floor (glide)
Glocks in the cabinets, tools in the truck bed (armory)
Mask on face, ain’t Halloween, just bloodshed (trick or treat)
Heard they talk loud ‘til that pipe hit the bunk bed (BOOM)
Leave a whole scene quiet like a sunset (dead silence)
Ridin’ through the backroads, blue lights ducked (fuck 12)
Pockets too swoll', whole jeans look stuffed (bag heavy)
I don't need luck, I just need more guts (facts)
Pull up with the sawed-off swingin’ like nunchucks (whoop his ass)
White boy nuts with a demon in his chest (unhinged)
New scope zeroed, one shot through the vest (clean shot)
I don't do threats, I do death (understood)
And I still show up lookin' cleaner than the feds (suit up)
New ship, new stick, chrome grip, full click (locked in)
Big body Dodge sittin' heavy, make the road split (BOOM)
New bitch bad with a bag and a glow stick (she lit)
Only thing the same? Still hang with the whole clique (loyalty)
New clip, new aim, red dot, no miss (bullseye)
Chrome face mask, can't tell who the ghost is (white reaper)
New cash, new play, new safe, no risk (trap jumpin')
Only thing the same? Same clique, no switch (solid)
Gas on the stove, got flames like a preacher (praise it)
Cut dope cleaner than a math school teacher (A+)
Slide with the bandits, raised with the creatures (swamp bred)
Outlawed up like a church with no preacher (uncivilized)
Gun tucked deep like a secret from hell (hush hush)
Still rock shows like I’m out on bail (bondsman)
Big checks hit but I never do tell (quiet paper)
Only time I fold is to count my mail (money counter)
Gold teeth flashin’ while I skrrt through the traffic (zoom)
White boy crackin’, slangin’ with a passion (work)
Bitch so thick I could park in her fashion (damn)
But this ain’t love, I just needed some traction (straight up)
Count me in, I don’t ever back out (nah)
Still got shooters posted up in the outhouse (outhouse?)
Slide like a serpent, strike like a pow-wow (RIP)
Big Dog Lunatic, bark make the crowd bounce (LUNATIC)
New ship, new stick, chrome grip, full click (click clack)
Big body Dodge sittin' heavy, make the road split (burnout)
New bitch bad with a bag and a glow stick (hotline)
Only thing the same? Still hang with the whole clique (family)
New clip, new aim, red dot, no miss (precise)
Chrome face mask, can't tell who the ghost is (phantom)
New cash, new play, new safe, no risk (cash out)
Only thing the same? Same clique, no switch
You can change the fit, the whip, the bitch, the block—
But if your circle switch, your soul already lost.
We don’t fold, we reload.
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