"Clout Chasers" lyrics
Lil'D
Gang
Hold up
Gang
Fuck how they feelin' I'm tinley
I'm with the robbers and villains
We put his face on a t—shirt
Since he want clout and attention
Twenty racks stuffed in my denims
My bitch a ten with no filter
We like to pull up in person
They like to pull up on Twitter
They like that lil' nigga fresh as a bitch
I take your hoe on some regular shit
Look at my teeth and my neck and my wrist
Damn, I ain't think I was ready for this
Smoke, got shot at I ain't never forget
He got me ready to step on some shit
It could one hundred degrees outside with a sweater
I still ain't sweatin' a bitch, ay-
Huh? Nah, nah I'm that lil' nigga for real in real life
(Fuck it here man)
Not just on the internet, you feel me?
(Like, in real life we really live like-)
You know what it is
(Off the internet these niggas be talkin' crazy)
This that Florida shit
(Fuckin' wrong with-)
Ay ay-
(Florida-)
Walk in this show with that stick in my jacket
I'm that lil' nigga for real I ain't braggin'
Niggas be actin' like Angela Basset
I heard a opp got chopped that's tragic
This a backwoods to the face can't pass it
She can suck dick all day she nasty
Niggas be flaggin' and actin' and cappin'
Ballin' too hard I got kicked out of practice
Look at my life and how far I done came
Look at the haters throw salt on my name
Why he keep askin' how much was my chain
Damn, all this money gon' drive me insane
I be with steppers we don't get on planes
Ion like rappers cause niggas be lame
Ran that shit up I'm ahead of the game
Fuck the industry I'm never gon' tame, nigga
Lil'D
(Uh)
Huh (what), huh (what), huh (what), huh (what)
Huh (what), huh (what), huh (what)
I hop on the bit' it go cra—zy
Go get some money you la—zy
I ain't never let a bitch play—me
Glock g-4, no safe—ty
I don't want to fuck just face—please
Nappy headed chick like K—D
SRT couldn't race—me
These broke ass niggas don't faze—me
Gang—
I would just talk my shit, ay
I would just pop my shit, ay
I would just talk my-
I would just-
Gang
Hold up
Gang
Fuck how they feelin' I'm tinley
I'm with the robbers and villains
We put his face on a t—shirt
Since he want clout and attention
Twenty racks stuffed in my denims
My bitch a ten with no filter
We like to pull up in person
They like to pull up on Twitter
They like that lil' nigga fresh as a bitch
I take your hoe on some regular shit
Look at my teeth and my neck and my wrist
Damn, I ain't think I was ready for this
Smoke, got shot at I ain't never forget
He got me ready to step on some shit
It could one hundred degrees outside with a sweater
I still ain't sweatin' a bitch, ay-
Huh? Nah, nah I'm that lil' nigga for real in real life
(Fuck it here man)
Not just on the internet, you feel me?
(Like, in real life we really live like-)
You know what it is
(Off the internet these niggas be talkin' crazy)
This that Florida shit
(Fuckin' wrong with-)
Ay ay-
(Florida-)
Walk in this show with that stick in my jacket
I'm that lil' nigga for real I ain't braggin'
Niggas be actin' like Angela Basset
I heard a opp got chopped that's tragic
This a backwoods to the face can't pass it
She can suck dick all day she nasty
Niggas be flaggin' and actin' and cappin'
Ballin' too hard I got kicked out of practice
Look at my life and how far I done came
Look at the haters throw salt on my name
Why he keep askin' how much was my chain
Damn, all this money gon' drive me insane
I be with steppers we don't get on planes
Ion like rappers cause niggas be lame
Ran that shit up I'm ahead of the game
Fuck the industry I'm never gon' tame, nigga
Lil'D
(Uh)
Huh (what), huh (what), huh (what), huh (what)
Huh (what), huh (what), huh (what)
I hop on the bit' it go cra—zy
Go get some money you la—zy
I ain't never let a bitch play—me
Glock g-4, no safe—ty
I don't want to fuck just face—please
Nappy headed chick like K—D
SRT couldn't race—me
These broke ass niggas don't faze—me
Gang—
I would just talk my shit, ay
I would just pop my shit, ay
I would just talk my-
I would just-
