(Verse 1)
Pull on you block with that choppa'
Pop that b*tch, bout to go blocka'
Crack his head like a lobster
n*gga f*ck a pair of pradas
My shoes Balenciaga
b*tch I be rocking them robin
b*tch I been smoking like rastas
My n*gga, them choppas are hotter than lava
I'm at your head like your barber
You n*ggas is hoes on my daughter
I'm gangsta because of my father
The bullets put him in the doctor
And I'm calling my b*tch a clout goddess
They like "Clout God go the hardest"
I'm rolling so hard off these yoppers
I'm flyer than three helicopters
I just put your b*tch on my roster
Polos, I blow em they bust
f*cked her for a hundred dollars
f*ck the world without no condom
I told that b*tch she won get nothing
Smoke a whole O, call it onion
My n*ggas they hop out they dumpin
These f*ck boys start hollering then running
(Intermission)
(Verse 2)
Pull up on yo block with that Glock out
Cuz that b*tch bout to go blocka
Dressed in all black, black out
30 shots, I'm bout to mop out
Kick in the door of your trap house
Tryna run up, blow yo back out
Hunnid bandz, bout to sack out
I'm the Clout God in Chiraq now
Bullets start flying by that's ten down
Bullets gon hit him that's man down
I think I need me a damn crown
Potato you won't hear a damn sound
I swear these n*ggas some damn clowns
Why do my pants sag?
Because these b*tches pulling my pants down
I'm checking this damn bag
I swear that these n*ggas imposters
I'm Clout God I kill (on waters?)
My shorties they shooting they poppin
Yo girl is a thot and she swallow
These n*ggas talking like they important
I'm balling they calling me Jordan
I'm old school and sit on my fortune
My b*tch is so bad and she foreign