Clockt In Lyrics

Fuck what they talk bout, these critics, they're washed out

This real life, no fake clout, the whole game upside down

I'm making my own sound, I cannot get held down

I wake up and flip pounds, before bed I could thous

Veins coursing with ice now, I ain't scared of shit

Two glocks in my face and I still clockt them in

Six cops in my way but I ditched my baggage

Boy I know my rights better get to stepping

Two Smith & Wessons, teach you a lesson

She told me its wet girl I know how to swim

Been searching for heaven in this life of sin

Tryna get off these drugs and just smoke medicine

Fuck what they talk bout, these critics, they're washed out

This real life, no fake clout, the whole game upside down

I'm making my own sound, I cannot get held down

I wake up and flip pounds, before bed I could thous

Had to make a choice, do what they told me

Or just follow my own fucking voice

Pull up to your crib without even making any noise

I'm really out here toting sticks this not a fucking toy

Don't give a fuck bout your Rick Owen's or corduroy

You empty on the inside like the horse they built for Troy

They're salty bout my sauce I guess that means I got the soy

City boy, but the mountains bring me the most joy