Clout Remix lyrics

[Intro: King Yella]
(SpenCity Beats)
King Yella
(Remix)
Clout up, lil' n*gga (G-mix)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Let's get it, let's get it

[Chorus: King Yella]
Robin jeans, b*tch, I'm flexin' like a boss
And if a n*gga disrespect, that thirty get him lost (Grraow)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Gang)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Eat-eat)
Robin jeans, took 'em off and bought some more (Flex)
This the remix, how you ain't know? (How you ain't know?)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Clout)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 1: King Yella & I.L Will]
Ever since I came home, I got a lot of clout
n*ggas hatin' on the king, but that's a lot of mouth
I got so much clout, lil' n*gga, I can give you some
A hundred-shot in the Glock, n*gga, that's the drum (Drrt)
Don't want no smoke, don't want no war, you know just where I'm from (Skeeze World)
I'm Ada Block, but shout out FBG, that's St. Lawrence
I got these Robins on my ass, I'm lookin' like I'm God
And if a n*gga try me, I send his ass to God (Boom-boom, boom-bah)
Welcome home, Kellz, Brick Squad
A lot of choppers in my car, I'm like the hit squad (Grraow)
All my n*ggas with the sh*ts, we doin' hits, y'all (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
(I.L, it's the mack, b*tch)
Don't play with clout, I swear to God, you gon' get killed, dawg
[Verse 2: I.L Will & Mikey Dollaz]
I.L Will shoot to kill, it's the mack, b*tch (Yeah)
Off a pill, if I'm hungry, I'ma jack sh*t (Boom-boom, boom-bah)
On the real, we be robbin' and we clap sh*t
I got the clout, so you know I could f*ck your b*tch (Woo, woo, woo)
f*ck a record deal, I want a hundred bricks
Lean puttin' me to sleep, I took a couple sips (I'm leanin', I'm leanin')
Jesse James, I got two revolvers on my hips (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
VonnoGang, my lil' shorties be off in the dip (Yeah, Dollaz)

[Verse 3: Mikey Dollaz]
I just spent thirteen hundred for the f*ckin' coat (Yeah)
And my coat same color as my f*ckin' coke
With my Skeeze World n*ggas smokin' nothin' but dope (Dope)
Or with JoJo World n*ggas that'll get 'em poked (Let's get it)
I'm finna take Ill Will to buy another Glock (Blah-blah)
Just like Billionaire Black, I got hella thots (I got hoes)
Your whole block seem like informants, y'all got hella cops (Y'all hoes)
I got clout, I can even post on your block, Dollaz

[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Robins with the rubies, see my life a movie (Woo, woo-woo)
I got fifty in the Uzi, wet him like jacuzzi ('Rrah, 'rrah-'rrah)
These b*tches on my heels, I think they wanna do me (Billy)
I'm eatin' now, I got a money gut, so shout out Gucci (Let's get it)
b*tch, I'm Clout God and I clout hard, and I got wings on jeans (Clout up)
I'm rollin' hard, I'm bussin' hard, you know I'm off them beans (Let's get it)
I'm booted up, nothin' new to us, I'm leanin' off the lean (Let's get it)
That chopper with a knife'll make your block a scary scene ('Rraow, 'rraow-'rraow)
I'm whippin' white, that Miley Cyrus with that Jerry Springer (Whip, whip, whip, whip)
Got that thirty by my Robins, shoot up everything (That thirty? That thirty, thirty, thirty)
Got on three gold chains, a celebrity (Brr, brr, let's get it)
These b*tches on my di*k, they like, "Billy, marry me" (Gang), gang
[Chorus: King Yella]
Robin jeans, b*tch, I'm flexin' like a boss
And if a n*gga disrespect, that thirty get him lost (Grraow)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Gang)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Eat-eat)
Robin jeans, took 'em off and bought some more (Flex)
This the remix, how you ain't know? (How you ain't know?)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Clout)
(FBG sh*t)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(FBG, b*tch, skrrt)

[Verse 5: FBG Duck & Bo Deal]
n*ggas say they made clout, that's a f*ckin' lie (Like, really?)
I'm a St. Lawrence Boy, f*ck the other side (Gang)
Post up, bullets fly, that's a homicide (Brrt)
Runnin' up on me, then you must wanna f*ckin' die
You can call me Big Boss or Big Clout (Clout up)
b*tches text my phone and say, "Where you live now?" (b*tch)
She tryna turn her thotty up, I put the kids out (Thotty)
She ain't wanna let my mans f*ck, I put the b*tch out (Sorry)
And I ain't just rappin', this is real sh*t (Skrrt)
Think it's Swisher, then them chopper shells will spit (Brrt, baow)
I ain't never been fu, why I'm lyin', n*gga? (One hundred)
She wanna suck my di*k again and spend some time with him (Money)
(Uh-huh, sweeper)
[Verse 6: Bo Deal & Montana of 300]
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm takin' all the clout (Squad)
These b*tches mad 'cause I only want the mouth (Eat that)
I ride through the city, ho, I been a boss (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I see it and I want it, motherf*ck the cost (Bo)
Big Boss Bo Deal gettin' money (Bo)
Name ring from the Pole to the 100s
n*ggas talkin', but they don't really want it (Nah)
I got shells for you, you and your homie (Brrat, brrat, brrat)
Yeah, you know that I mean it, you know that I'm comin' with killers (Uh-huh)
Yeah, so n*gga, don't try to play with them pistols
(Uh-uh)

[Verse 7: Montana of 300]
Looked in the mirror, realest n*gga that I ever seen (True)
Said, "f*ck hoop dreams," and started hustlin' at seventeen (True)
I made some racks, put twenty-fours up on my Chevy thing (True)
While pushin' packs, my opps got whacked, and that's on everything (Woo)
I'm tatted up, I'm fly as f*ck, Montana hella flee (Fly)
I'll take your life, then take your wife, b*tch, I'm so FGE (Squad)
She say she love me, won't take pictures, get her clout up (Uh)
I told that b*tch to "Just do di*ks and keep your mouth shut"
I catch you ridin' down my block, we let them guns pop (Bah, bah, bah)
All these pistols in my house, look like a gunshop (Woo)
Thirty in this MAC-11, I ain't new to this (Nah)
That's Steph Curry, Klay Thompson, I be shootin' sh*t, glah

[Chorus: King Yella]
Robin jeans, b*tch, I'm flexin' like a boss
And if a n*gga disrespect, that thirty get him lost (Grraow)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Gang)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Eat-eat)
Robin jeans, took 'em off and bought some more (Flex)
This the remix, how you ain't know? (How you ain't know?)
These n*ggas mad 'cause we takin' all the clout (Clout)
These b*tches love the squad, our di*k all in their mouth (Gang, gang, gang, gang)