Clout Chasers lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Lil' Dee
Gang
Hold up
Gang (Ayy, uh)

[Verse 1]
f*ck how they feelin' I'm chillin', uh
I'm with the robbers and villains, uh
We put his face on a t-shirt
Since he want clout and attention, uh
Twenty racks stuffed in my denims, uh
My b*tch a ten with no filter, uh
We like to pull up in person, uh
They like to pull up on Twitter, ayy
They like, "That lil' n*gga fresh as a b*tch"
I'll take your ho in some regular sh*t
Look at my teeth and my neck and my wrist
Damn, I ain't think I was ready for this
Smoke got shot, I'll never forget
He got me ready to step on some sh*t
It could be a hundred degrees outside with a sweatеr
I still ain't sweatin' a b*tch, ayy

[Interlude]
Huh? (What it is?) Nah (Yeah)
Nah (Gang), I'm that lil' n*gga for real in rеal life (n*gga, you know what the f*ck it is, man)
Not just on the internet, you feel me? (Real Florida sh*t, they know what it is, like, in real life we really live like that)
They know what it is (We really thuggin' on and off the internet, these n*ggas be talkin' crazy)
This that Florida sh*t (f*ck be wrong with 'em?), ayy, ayy (Real Florida sh—)
[Verse 2]
Walk in the show with that stick in my jacket
I'm that lil' n*gga for real, I ain't braggin'
n*ggas be actin' like Angela Basset
I heard a opp got chopped, that's tragic
This a Backwood to the face, can't pass it
She can suck di*k all day, she nasty
n*ggas be flaggin' and actin' and cappin'
Ballin' too hard, I got kicked out of practice
Look at my life and how far I done came
Look how they hate and throw salt on my name
Why he keep askin' how much was my chain?
Damn, all this money gon' drive me insane
I be with steppers, we don't get on planes
I don't like rappers 'cause n*ggas be lame
Runnin' sh*t up, I'm ahead of the game
f*ck the industry I'm never gon' tame, n*gga

[Interlude]
Lil' Dee
Uh
Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?)
Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?)

[Verse 3]
I hop on the beat and go crazy
Go get some money, you lazy
I ain't never let a b*tch play me
Glock G4, no safety
I don't wanna f*ck, just face, please
Nappy headed jit like KD
SRT couldn't race me
These broke-ass n*ggas don't faze me, gang
[Outro]
I would just talk my sh*t, ayy
I would just pop my sh*t, ayy
I would just talk my— hold up
I would just talk my—
I would just talk my sh*t