Bars of Clout

Lyrics
[Verse] Clout Lord, I'm Legendary Kill a nigga 'cause it's necessary Pop out the cut, it's very scary Got a dead flow like a cemetery Got guns like a military Catch a body, beat it in preliminary And if I don't beat that charge, it's manslaughter and that's a voluntary If my lawyer don't beat the case, next day I'm skippin' states Tell my mama it was a big mistake All the bond money I'ma reinstate Now it's back to gettin' cake Like Hercules I be pushin' weight I'ma real nigga, no perpetrate Hit a nigga crib, they evacuate One move I shoot, I don't hesitate, just eliminate Criss Angel, yeah, he levitate Come to Clout school you might graduate Got more stripes than a zebra cake Bitches love my dick, they call it Jake The Snake Work every day, no takin' breaks Started from the bottom, I ain't talking Drake At Ruth Chris' Hundred Dollar Steak Clout Lord, I'm the realest of them all Shout out Number 3, I ain't talking Chris Paul CPDK, middle fingers to the law And if I got a problem with an opp, I'll have Wooski knock them off Sneaking dissin' on the gang, it'll get you whacked Ball so hard, bitch, I'm rollin' off two flats If you holdin' onto work, let me get that Hollows to split you up like a Kit-Kat I'm Clouted up, feel like I'm wasting my time Check that murder rate, then to the date, yeah, a whole lot of opps dyin' I'm flipping and whipping these burgers and patties My shirt say Versace, my shoes they say Bally Smokin' on sour it smell like an alley Flexing on goofies, yeah, I do that gladly Whipping-whipping it, I'm over the stove No Trinidad James, everything gold I know your background, you can get exposed You must got cancer, you don't want smoke Double 0, yeah, you know across the globe Wife a thot off the block? That's a no-no Shoutout Number 26, yeah, he gon' blow Slide on an opp, kill a nigga from the O I told you niggas not to fuck with me, like Shannae it can get ugly Got hands like Muhammed Ali Float like a butterfly sting like a bee I'm Clout Lord, this shit is simple I bust a nigga like a pimple Holes in his face, no dimples Get away, skeet off in a rental
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Credits
- Writers
- King Lil Jay