Billionaire Black - Clout God 3 lyrics

[Intro] Keep them f** n***as away from me, bro I don't really f** with f** n***as No new n***as, none of that sh**, you feel me? Think I'm allergic to their fugazi a** [Verse] Yes, I'm allergic to f** n***as Hell nah, I won't f** with ya' No, you can not hit my cup n***a I'm in love with them bucks, n***a Riding around with glizzy's tucked n***a We don't trust n***as We'll bust, n***a Like blitz, we'll rush n***a Let it bust n***a Hit him up n***a Catch me in traffic with 3 automatics Riding with that nina I feel like I'm Pappy Hit his a** up, disappear like its magic Shot in your face man, that sh** was so tragic n***as got hit man, that n***a was lacking Shooters start shooting just like he John Paxson Bomb his whole hood, Osama Bin Laden b**h, you know I'm good, getting them Jacksons I'm in love with cash, b**h I'm getting guapo Chilling with the plug, call him El Chapo n***as want beef, put shells in his taco Always in the hood like I do auto Bent like the bent like I just hit the lotto Get money, f** b**hes man, that's my new motto Sipping mud in trouble, don't pop no bottle Balmain jeans, I don't rock no crocko Jugging on a roll, getting it and getting it f**ing different hoes, swimming in women n***as mad cause we winnin' and winnin' Lord please clear my soul, I'm sinnin' and sinnin' My b**h at the stove, told my b**h "Do the dishes" Bro out the back door, yeah we serve out the kitchen Whipping and whipping that pie, that's my vision Baking soda, yeah we serving them chicken Concrete flow, Billy go hard They [?] let me and I'm a [?] They say he a k**er but don't got no heart Say he a trapper but ain't moving hard Make it very scary, pull up and spark .45 bull dog, let it bark Shoot his a** down, pull off and park Me and two nina's just had him a [?] [Outro] [?] n***as better clout the f** up Big clout God, y'all already know that though Gang, gang, gang, gang Let's get it