Fuck 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 sack, 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] (Fuck you, Swvsh!) Uhh, ayy, yuh Know my pockets fat, bitch Know I got the sack— (Fuck you, Swvsh!) Uhh, ayy, yuh Know my pockets fat, bitch Know I got the sack, bitch Know I got them racks, bitch Know I keep a strap, bitch Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss [Chorus] S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap Real street nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap [Post-Chorus] Real street nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap Real street nigga, 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 niggas all on that trap shit We don't really fuck with niggas that be on that rap shit Keep a strap, pull up on yo' block, and we clap shit Niggas seen fifty thousand, take a look up at my wrist, bitch [Pre-Chorus] Know my pockets fat, bitch Know I got the sack, bitch Know I got them racks, bitch Know I keep a strap, bitch Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss And you know I keep them racks, bitch [Chorus] S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap Real street nigga, 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 Nigga, tell me what ya want Nigga, hit my cellphone Yeah I know I rap, ho But I'm still trappin', ho Need that pack? Meet me at the blue sto' Fuck that rap shit, I'll still up that fuckin' pole Got that flooded Rolex, and that bitch two-tone I be high class steppin' with Margiela shoes on Got yo' bitch 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 sack, 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, bitch Know I got the sack, bitch Know I got them racks, bitch Know I keep a strap, bitch Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss And you know I keep them racks, bitch [Chorus] S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap Real street nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap [Outro] Real street nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap Real street nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no clout I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap