Die Over Clout ft. FSG SlimeGoon Lyrics

That boy must be crazy, say he'd die over some clout

Got some switches on these guns if that lil boy go run his mouth

I got hittas from north and I got hittas from the south

Speak on gang, you must dumb, we bring them guns, then you gon' shout

I had try and calm bro down but know he bound to hit a lick

Hear that fah fah, love that sound, we leave 'em foul, he in a ditch

Said what's on his mind, I drop a dime, that boy get split

My niggas go 100 miles, they run you down to get they fix

I'm in love wit double C's but I look clean in the Dior

Put them clips in magazines, now his lil spleens all in the floor

I'm the one if you ain't know

If it's beef, you gotta go

Count blue cheese, she don't beg please

She gotta leave, she out the door

Yeah, we got shit blow, whole gang tote poles, they get yo candle lit

Niggas act like bro, say they on go, but they can't handle shit

Yeah, he thought shit sweet, till he see heat, clutch on my handle bitch

I know boys that scam, got boys who rob, be on that scandal shit

He been askin' for a killin', heard him say whole gang on bluff

Leave him tagged, heat got a laser, yeah, my whole gang get you touched

These lil boys don't be on nothin', we leave him stained , that boy get flushed

Niggas driftin' out they lane, I'm like Usain, yo ass turn dust

That boy must be crazy, say he'd die over some clout

Got some switches on these guns if that lil boy go run his mouth

I got hittas from north and I got hittas from the south

Speak on gang, you must dumb, we bring them guns, then you gon' shout

I had try and calm bro down but know he bound to hit a lick

Hear that fah fah, love that sound, we leave 'em foul, he in a ditch

Said what's on his mind, I drop a dime, that boy get split

My niggas go 100 miles, they run you down to get they fix

Ha, run yo ass down to get that fix, haha

Niggas talkin', ain't on shit

Catch him down, we send a blitz

Told him we can go hit for hit

Slide on opps, I don't do no diss

Clutchin' on a dirty stick

Look for opps, I'm finna get pissed

Nigga shot but he fuckin' missed

I bust one time and bust his shit

Hit a nigga noggin', say he wit shits he fuckin' flodgin'

Hide behind his seat wit the chopper, niggas steady hidin'

Nigga shot, ain't shot nobody

When I shoot it's a fuckin' homi

Niggas always talking' shit

Let's talk about these fuckin' bodies

Pop that lil boy like a Molly

Roll him like a fuckin' trolley

Movin' dope wit a fuckin' dolly

Skrt, slidin' in a fuckin' Audi

That boy must be crazy, say he'd die over some clout

Got some switches on these guns if that lil boy go run his mouth

I got hittas from north and I got hittas from the south

Speak on gang, you must dumb, we bring them guns, then you gon' shout

I had try and calm bro down but know he bound to hit a lick

Hear that fah fah, love that sound, we leave 'em foul, he in a ditch

Said what's on his mind, I drop a dime, that boy get split

My niggas go 100 miles, they run you down to get they fix