Sorry 4 The Clout lyrics

[Sample: Alonzo Harris]
"Ah, you motherf*ckers! Okay... alright... I'm puttin' cases on all you b*tches. Huh? You think you can do this sh*t to— Jake! You think you can do this to me? You motherf*ckers will be playin' basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you! SHU program, n*gga. 23 hour lock down. I'm the man up in this piece! You'll never see the light of..."

[Intro: Lil Jay and DJ Shon]
Let's get it! (Clout Lord)
So, Double O, they been waitin' on this sh*t?
No cases
Unexpected Fame 2 on you motherf*ckers!
b*tches think y'all slick?
Let's get it!
We sippin' real Act over here, my n*gga!
We gettin' real money, my n*gga!
Let's get it!
You ready, Double O?
We gone
(Clout Lord!)

[Verse]
What the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas? (What?)
All—All of these n*ggas my sons (My sons)
I used to sell weed to you n*ggas (Dope)
I used to give you n*ggas guns (Glah!)
You n*ggas not on a crumb (At all)
All of you n*ggas is bums (Ugh!)
My—My n*ggas we ain't for none (Uh, uh!)
We strapped up with 30's 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?
Well, go and do a hit or some (Go and do a hit!)
St. Lawrence where I'm from (L's)
63rd, right by the sto' (On the trey)
My life is movie, strapped up with this toolie
We change a channel, no remote
King Lil Jay for president, but there is no need to vote (At all)
'Cause I'm so clouted up, compete with me, there is no hope
(Let's get it!)
[Outro]
n*ggas know what it is, man
f*ck boys!
STL, EBT
St. Lawrence, 063
L's, L's (L's, L's)
Uh, uh
What the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
You n*ggas not on a crumb
All of you n*ggas is bums
But none of y'all ass own a gun