Clout lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea (Skee)
Yea, yea (Lil Uzi)
Yea, yea, yea (Lil Uzi)

[Hook]
b*tch ass n*gga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking sh*t, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (in my couch)
Run in my sh*t, I take you out (I take you out)
Now f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(now what you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you really 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(tell me what you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(yea)

[Verse 1]
You talking sh*t, this uzi shoot you in your mouth (in your mouth)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout (yea, what you 'bout)
Oh, that's your b*tch, she loving me cause I got clout
(I got that clout)
You kiss her lips, where I bust right in her mouth
(All in her mouth)
I'm that n*gga, Lil Uzi I'm that n*gga (yea, yea)
I'm from the north, but they say I sound from the south
(They do, they do)
Well I got money, what the f*ck you talking 'bout
(now what you talkin')
I pay you off, I pay a hit man, take you out (yea, brr)
b*tching, they never stressin' and these b*tches be flexin'
And these b*tches be stressin' (stressin')
I'm on the beat, I'm jugging that sh*t
I'm flexing, n*gga finessin'
I got your b*tch, I might f*ck up, But I have to use protection
I shoot you, that be protection
15 and hunnid, n*gga you cannot stop us (stop)
Gettin money on your dummies (dummy)
Put my di*k right in her tummy (tummy)
I'm whippin' the whip in some onions (onion)
I feel like the sh*t, I feel like Lil Flipp
I got clover n*gga, I'm lucky (I'm lucky, I'm lucky)
(yea, yea)
[Hook]
b*tch ass n*gga got no clout (got no clout)
Talking sh*t, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (All in my couch)
Run in my sh*t, I take you out (I take you out)
Now, f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you really 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(What you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(f*ckboy, Lil Uzi hold up)

[Verse 2]
Got you b*tch, on my line
n*gga, I ain't got the time (don't got the time)
And I will bust in your mom
And your b*tch suck my di*k, so a n*gga read her mind
(read her mind)
Gave me brain, I'm so crazy
I Superman in your b*tch like Lois Lane (Lois Lane)
She f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
I'm too throwed
I said on Prometh- it got me slow
Yeah, a n*gga finesse (finesse)
Your b*tch eat my salad dressin' (whoo)
Yeah, n*gga test me (n*gga testin' me)
Hundred thousand dollars in my checklist (I got money)
Hundred thousand dollar on my necklace (b*tch I'm shinin')
Young n*gga, I stay flexin' (I stay flexin')
Hundred thousand in my checklist (I got money)
I said Hundred thousand on my necklace (Yea, yea, yea)
[Hook]
b*tch ass n*gga got no clout (I got no clout)
Talking sh*t, run in your house (run in your house)
I got this Uzi in my couch (Brr)
Run in my sh*t, I take you out (I take you out)
Now, f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you really 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout
(what you 'bout)
f*ck n*gga tell me what you really 'bout