CLOUT lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
Did you shoot any?
Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?

[Verse 1: Gizmo]
I knew she wasn't ready for the pipe
She's so greedy and needy, I gotta give her what she like
You know I'm only here for the night
If you wanna see my face again, then you can hit me up on Skype
I gotta get back to the studio, my life is like a movie, hoe
It doesn't matter who we know, I think I live in Yu-Gi-Oh!
Everybody's tryna play some game with me
These rappers lames and I see, the real ones came with me
This the underground, I'm in the underground
We all be stunting' now
I been watching' on my dog, who’s come right up from nothing now
These rappers scared as f*ck, but sh*t I would be too
We 'bout to f*ck sh*t up, that's what we known to do

[Interlude]
What kind of gun did you use?
A freakin' 12-gauge, what do you think?

[Hook: Gizmo]
These rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
Quit the whining' quit the b*tchin'
Be a man and walk it out
I don't care about your fame, and I don't care about your clout
And if you hit me up again then Ima f*ckin' knock you out
All these rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
Quit the whining' quit the b*tchin'
Be a man and walk it out
I don't care about your fame, and I don't care about your clout
And if you hit me up again then Ima f*ckin' knock you out
[Verse 2: Prohibeo]
I know you see me and Napoleon blowin' up, call that dynamite
Don't f*ck around, lil' b*tch, I know you see us glowing like a light
Swisher smoking', f*cking up my throat again, no holding in
This that ride around and smoke a blunt 'till you can float again
b*tches talking sh*t but I can't hear 'em this weed got me [?]
Check the broad I have, zip and sell, and we smoking' till' we dead
Don't know where I fell out, and my whole squad's sleeping now
Can't even remember how the last f*cking week went while
Rollin' up, pronto, bad b*tch, ponyo
Pullin' up, choncho, smokin' dope, Gods glow
Haters be hatin', I don't give a f*ck
All you faggots and b*tches can lick on my nuts
While I sit my ass down and just roll up a blunt
Keep doing' what you do, 'till I'm on a f*ckin' bus

[Chorus: Gizmo & Prohibeo]
These rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
Quit the whining' quit the b*tchin'
Be a man and walk it out
I don't care about your fame, and I don't care about your clout
And if you hit me up again then Ima f*ckin' knock you out
All these rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
Quit the whining' quit the b*tchin'
Be a man and walk it out
I don't care about your fame, and I don't care about your clout
And if you hit me up again then Ima f*ckin' knock you out
[Outro]
Stay home and eat all the freakin' chips, Kip
Napoleon, don't be jealous cause I've been chatting online with babes all day