"Fucc The Clout" lyrics
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah
What?
Drank God
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Iced Up Records)
Yeah, got a chop on me (Chop)
Get to steppin' on shit like the house junkie (Bitch)
Whole pint of Wock' on me, finna drop somethin' (Finna drop somethin')
Heard they don't respect you in the streets, you gotta drop somethin' (Gotta earn that)
I was in the feds broke, now I'm a millionaire (Yeah)
If you ain't got at least a hundred, you can't stand in here (Get the fuck on)
She hit the road, I'ma stuff her like Build-A-Bear (Stuff her)
Big Glock on me, ridin' dirty like Chamillionaire (Ridin' dirty)
75 all the way, that's the easy route (75, nigga)
All you opps really hoes, yeah, that's easy clout (Yeah, that's easy)
I been really havin' shit, I ain't seen a drought (Haha)
Big cousin doin' fifty years, let Stevie out (Lil' Steve)
AMG 63 but the coupe faster (Coupe faster)
We put switches on the Glocks so they shoot faster (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I been grindin' for a minute, took a few chances (Yeah)
Up the AR out the window, watch it move traffic (Skrrt)
Fuck around and got a deal, now we livin' big (Yeah)
I really do this shit for real, these niggas lil' kids (Niggas lil' niggas)
Took a lot of big losses for a little win (Took a lot of L's)
Now I got my young niggas eatin', had to cut 'em in (Put 'em on, nigga)
How the fuck is niggas bosses and they crew hurtin'?
And just for thinkin' this shit rap, get your crew murked (Get 'em all whacked)
Spent a thirty on my bitch for a blue Birkin (Thirty thousand)
Finna drink an eight of Trish, pop two Perkys (Yeah)
Niggas think it's on the floor, but they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)
Got the type of money turn your best friend on you (On God, nigga)
Can hit the road right now, ain't gotta plan nothin' (Yeah)
Fuck them niggas, I be with guys, yeah, it's fam only (With the guys)
Used to sell a little yay, now I'm in real estate (For real)
These niggas Instagram ballin', I got real estates (Yeah)
Drop Bentley dealer plates on them dinner plates (Err)
Fuck whoever, any other nigga ever feel a way (Fuck 'em)
I'll ride for my respect, cross the line for it (Nigga)
But if it ain't about a check, ain't got time for it (Ain't got time for it)
Same kind of pole on me, did some time for it (Yeah)
Niggas out here clout chasin' and they lyin' for it (Bitch)
If I gotta prove a point, I ain't wrong for it (I ain't wrong, nigga)
Don't really do too much rappin', that's what songs for (I ain't with the rappin')
Fight my own fuckin' battles, got my own sword (Nigga)
Cause my own fuckin' wave, make my own noise, nigga (What?)
Yeah
Fuck the clout, nigga
Drank God
(Iced Up Records)
Yeah
What?
Drank God
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Iced Up Records)
Yeah, got a chop on me (Chop)
Get to steppin' on shit like the house junkie (Bitch)
Whole pint of Wock' on me, finna drop somethin' (Finna drop somethin')
Heard they don't respect you in the streets, you gotta drop somethin' (Gotta earn that)
I was in the feds broke, now I'm a millionaire (Yeah)
If you ain't got at least a hundred, you can't stand in here (Get the fuck on)
She hit the road, I'ma stuff her like Build-A-Bear (Stuff her)
Big Glock on me, ridin' dirty like Chamillionaire (Ridin' dirty)
75 all the way, that's the easy route (75, nigga)
All you opps really hoes, yeah, that's easy clout (Yeah, that's easy)
I been really havin' shit, I ain't seen a drought (Haha)
Big cousin doin' fifty years, let Stevie out (Lil' Steve)
AMG 63 but the coupe faster (Coupe faster)
We put switches on the Glocks so they shoot faster (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I been grindin' for a minute, took a few chances (Yeah)
Up the AR out the window, watch it move traffic (Skrrt)
Fuck around and got a deal, now we livin' big (Yeah)
I really do this shit for real, these niggas lil' kids (Niggas lil' niggas)
Took a lot of big losses for a little win (Took a lot of L's)
Now I got my young niggas eatin', had to cut 'em in (Put 'em on, nigga)
How the fuck is niggas bosses and they crew hurtin'?
And just for thinkin' this shit rap, get your crew murked (Get 'em all whacked)
Spent a thirty on my bitch for a blue Birkin (Thirty thousand)
Finna drink an eight of Trish, pop two Perkys (Yeah)
Niggas think it's on the floor, but they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)
Got the type of money turn your best friend on you (On God, nigga)
Can hit the road right now, ain't gotta plan nothin' (Yeah)
Fuck them niggas, I be with guys, yeah, it's fam only (With the guys)
Used to sell a little yay, now I'm in real estate (For real)
These niggas Instagram ballin', I got real estates (Yeah)
Drop Bentley dealer plates on them dinner plates (Err)
Fuck whoever, any other nigga ever feel a way (Fuck 'em)
I'll ride for my respect, cross the line for it (Nigga)
But if it ain't about a check, ain't got time for it (Ain't got time for it)
Same kind of pole on me, did some time for it (Yeah)
Niggas out here clout chasin' and they lyin' for it (Bitch)
If I gotta prove a point, I ain't wrong for it (I ain't wrong, nigga)
Don't really do too much rappin', that's what songs for (I ain't with the rappin')
Fight my own fuckin' battles, got my own sword (Nigga)
Cause my own fuckin' wave, make my own noise, nigga (What?)
Yeah
Fuck the clout, nigga
Drank God
(Iced Up Records)
