Icewear Vezzo - Fucc The Clout lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Yeah What? Drank God fu*k you ni**as talkin' 'bout, ni**a? (Iced Up Records) [Verse] Yeah, got a chop on me (Chop) Get to steppin' on sh*t like the house junkie (b*tch) Whole pint of Wock' on me, finna drop somethin' (Finna drop somethin') Heard they don't respect you in the streets, you gotta drop somethin' (Gotta earn that) I was in the feds broke, now I'm a millionaire (Yeah) If you ain't got at least a hundred, you can't stand in here (Get the fu*k on) She hit the road, I'ma stuff her like Build-A-Bear (Stuff her) Big Glock on me, ridin' dirty likе Chamillionaire (Ridin' dirty) 75 all the way, that's the еasy route (75, ni**a) All you opps really hoes, yeah, that's easy clout (Yeah, that's easy) I been really havin' sh*t, I ain't seen a drought (Haha) Big cousin doin' fifty years, let Stevie out (Lil' Steve) AMG 63 but the coupe faster (Coupe faster) We put switches on the Glocks so they shoot faster (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I been grindin' for a minute, took a few chances (Yeah) Up the AR out the window, watch it move traffic (Skrrt) fu*k around and got a deal, now we livin' big (Yeah) I really do this sh*t for real, these ni**as lil' kids (ni**as lil' ni**as) Took a lot of big losses for a little win (Took a lot of L's) Now I got my young ni**as eatin', had to cut 'em in (Put 'em on, ni**a) How the fu*k is ni**as bosses and they crew hurtin'? And just for thinkin' this sh*t rap, get your crew murked (Get 'em all whacked) Spent a thirty on my b*tch for a blue Birkin (Thirty thousand) Finna drink an eight of Trish, pop two Perkys (Yeah) ni**as think it's on the floor, but they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?) Got the type of money turn your best friend on you (On God, ni**a) Can hit the road right now, ain't gotta plan nothin' (Yeah) fu*k them ni**as, I be with guys, yeah, it's fam only (With the guys) Used to sell a little yay, now I'm in real estate (For real) These ni**as Instagram ballin', I got real estates (Yeah) Drop Bentley dealer plates on them dinner plates (Err) fu*k whoever, any other ni**a ever feel a way (fu*k 'em) I'll ride for my respect, cross the line for it (ni**a) But if it ain't about a check, ain't got time for it (Ain't got time for it) Same kind of pole on me, did some time for it (Yeah) ni**as out here clout chasin' and they lyin' for it (b*tch) If I gotta prove a point, I ain't wrong for it (I ain't wrong, ni**a) Don't really do too much rappin', that's what songs for (I ain't with the rappin') Fight my own fu*kin' battles, got my own sword (ni**a) Cause my own fu*kin' wave, make my own noise, ni**a (What?) [Outro] Yeah fu*k the clout, ni**a Drank God (Iced Up Records)