f*ck Clout lyrics

[Intro]
Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks
Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that
Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain't no comin' back
I been flexin' so damn hard, man, I should have a six pack
Talkin' hunnid band jugg, man, you know that I'm with that
Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me'll get you whacked

[Pre-Chorus]
(f*ck you, Swvsh!)
Uhh, ayy, yuh
Know my pockets fat, b*tch
Know I got the sack-
(f*ck you, Swvsh!)
Uhh, ayy, yuh
Know my pockets fat, b*tch
Know I got the sack, b*tch
Know I got them racks, b*tch
Know I keep a strap, b*tch
Smokin' gas pack, man that sh*t smell like cat p*ss

[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n*gga like a f*ckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n*ggas that just know how to rap
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap
[Post-Chorus]
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
Actin' ass n*ggas that just know how to rap
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap

[Verse 1]
I'ma wear my wrist 'til I see a hunnid bands
Walk inside my trap house, all you see is pots and pans
I'ma pull the choppa out, make him do the Running Man
On the block, all I sold at least a hunnid thousand grand
I'm from the Cliff, where my n*ggas all on that trap sh*t
We don't really f*ck with n*ggas that be on that rap sh*t
Keep a strap, pull up on yo' block, and we clap sh*t
n*ggas seen fifty thousand, take a look up at my wrist, b*tch

[Pre-Chorus]
Know my pockets fat, b*tch
Know I got the sack, b*tch
Know I got them racks, b*tch
Know I keep a strap, b*tch
Smokin' gas pack, man that sh*t smell like cat p*ss
And you know I keep them racks, b*tch

[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n*gga like a f*ckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n*ggas that just know how to rap
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm from the Cliff, ho
Where we rob and sell dope
n*gga, tell me what ya want
n*gga, hit my cellphone
Yeah I know I rap, ho
But I'm still trappin', ho
Need that pack? Meet me at the blue sto'
f*ck that rap sh*t, I'll still up that f*ckin' pole
Got that flooded Rolex, and that b*tch two-tone
I be high class dippin' with Margiela shoes on
Got yo' b*tch watchin, 'cause she see these water jewels on

[Refrain]
Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks
Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that
Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain't no comin' back
I been flexin' so damn hard, man, I should have a six pack
Talkin' hunnid band jugg, man, you know that I'm with that
Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me'll get you whacked

[Pre-Chorus]
Know my pockets fat, b*tch
Know I got the sack, b*tch
Know I got them racks, b*tch
Know I keep a strap, b*tch
Smokin' gas pack, man that sh*t smell like cat p*ss
And you know I keep them racks, b*tch
[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n*gga like a f*ckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n*ggas that just know how to rap
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap

[Outro]
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
Actin' ass n*ggas that just know how to rap
Real street n*gga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap