[T] Sorry 4 The Clout lyrics

[Intro: DJ Shon, Lil Jay]
Let's get it
Clout Lord!
So Double Owe they been waiting on this sh*t?
No cases
Unexpected Fame 2 on you motherf*ckers
Y'all b*tches think y'all slick?
Let's get it
We sipping real act over here, n*gga
We getting real money, my n*gga
You ready Double Owe? We gone

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
What the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
All of these n*ggas my sons
I used to sell weed to you n*ggas
I used to give you n*ggas guns
You n*ggas not on a crumb
All of you n*ggas is bums
My n*ggas we ain't for none
Strapped up with thirties and drums
If we see a opp, make they body drop, if not I bet they ass run
You n*ggas you say that y'all killers
Go and do a hit or something
Saint Lawrence where I'm from
63rd, right by the store
My life is a movie, strapped up with this toolie, we change a channel, no remote
King Lil Jay for president, but there is no need to vote
Cause I'm so clouted up, compete with me there is no hope
[Outro: DJ Shon, Lil Jay]
n*ggas know what it is, man, f*ck boys!
WTO
STL, EBT
We is the f*cking opps, n*gga!
Saint Lawrence, 063
Unexpected Fame 2, my n*gga!
L's, L's!
Clout Lord on the way, y'all f*ck n*ggas is paying attention?
Aye, I'm gone
All of you n*ggas is bums, but none of y'all ass own a gun!