Clout ft. Big Jaz Lyrics

Imagine being me, it would never happen but, just imagine

13 out here, running that mother fucker, is in need

Left the last guy, I was with his ass for too long, I was wishing he could be a blunt so he can hit strong

He was babysitting, but no kids allowed in this home, he wanna be Tyrone, switch it up, he think I got cloned

Damn, I got a bone to pick , your homie got passed around, it's giving loner dick

I can't lie, I bet you'd be surprised to see how long it is

Might wanna uhhh yeah ight, Might wanna come into my home and beat the goonies down

How I left you in the tenth grade and you still around, I'm sliding on the beat, I bet you're missing how I ride now

Might wanna come into my, oh shit, Might wanna come into my home, won't let him hit again

I just had to fuck his best man and his girlfriend, hit him at his house, check the score, it say I'm up 10

And when Hendi see a B, you better know she wilding out, want a cookie, he eat a boogie, I be bringing out them scouts

I just put him in a frenzy, I know what the talk about, never chasing 42, so fuck I look like chasing clout

Ducked off, cool as shit, can't name someone that's touching me, Bottega and Celine, Louis V, I keep it luxury

Ass real fat in them jeans, you know what's up with me, going stupid crazy in the booth, I'm with the fuckery

Niggas broke and super weird, please get away from me, I know a couple real ones that's gon' slide, they do not play bout me

Like an angel, I do everything so gracefully, he be on my body, say he wanna get away with me

Jaz & Hendi on the beat, causing havoc, never gave a fuck, letting everybody have it

Shit get wicked on that tip, it's getting tragic, one look at Hendi and you know she gonna blast it

Switch my flow up, you need to get your dough up, baby looking bad, I'm talking toe up from the flow up

Niggas make me sick, give me the ick, I'm about to throw up

Please don't blow my highway, never mind, I'm about to roll up

And the last one I had him, then left him, he's gone

Nigga thought he could buy me with money, he was wrong

He must ain't know that I'm really a don

Like a goat, for sure, I'm one of them ones

Ah, you know what time it is, never wrote a book, no Dr. Seuss, I'm with the rhyme and shit

Take a trip and make a flip, I don't care what the climate is

I'm looking good, just as I should, I don't care what your timing is

What? Fuck I look like chasing Clout

You talking stupid crazy, oughta smack you in your mouth

I'm really with this shit, so tell me what the smoke about

You not trying to catch this fade, then you should go back in the house

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