Keep The Clout

Uh, yeah Yeah, yeah Y'all can keep the clout and all the lame shit, I want money I stayed patient and I ain't switch and you can't take that shit from me They used to laugh up in the past but now they bank account look funny In that foreign, finna take it out Ain't no way you could dust me Driving, switching lanes Swerving in this bitch like I do stunts Glocky it go bang Run up, that bitch hitting, not no pump First I hop up in that Range Then I go and make it jump I ain't worried bout a lame, bitch You a random, you a chump, yeah I'm in the front, you in the backseat Must be drunk, thinking you passed me Swerve too quick, no you can't catch me Known to beat that cat just like Hasby, uh Talking that shit, bitch, at me, yeah In a damn foreign, no caddy, yeah Hellcat, no Scatty Hell nah you can't keep up, we done dust em Who the f*ck bro, I don't trust em They ain't with us then f*ck em Talk bout glocks cause bitch we tuck em You send shots, I ain't gon duck em but they still gon miss I kick back, make hits, uh Bro he off that Tris Want to talk shit, I don't give no shits, yeah No I don't be in the mix, I stay out the way Is it a good move, see what the commas say I'm getting money, I don't need to compensate Got the AR but I might have to cop the drac Bought it from Neimans, this shit it cannot be fake I bring the drip like a fucking tsunami wave Bro fiend out, walked in with a zombie face I walked in with a whole hand full of cash Bitch we been getting that bag You the one that I had passed We making moves and you stay up in last If I pull up and I shoot, it's a splash Hop in the coupe and I'm hitting the dash Hang with the troops, we moving too fast Stay in the loop, getting that cash, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah These jeans cost double yo rent, bitch You fiend out off fent Money I stack, then spent Living too quick, bitch, I don't repent Get a big bag then I blow it at the mall Feeling like Lonzo, no shit I'ma ball Stand on my money, no shit I'm tall Do what we want, not worried bout y'all No we can't stall, get racks quick Bitch we far from average Hit the mall, leave out with mad shit Designer, different fabrics And we pull out in fast shit Do the dash, we in Calabasas Crazy I got so much money remember I ain't go to classes But I was focused on bands, yeah Making music, them classics My money flipping, it jump Yeah, that shit stay doing backflips Bitch yo hardest song ever Ain't as good as my last shit And you think that's yo bitch But my bro he done tapped it Bitch, I keep spending this money I think I need a new package I might cop me the private jet cause I don't f*ck with the traffic My bro he selling crazy shit, he love it cause you can't tax it I'm really up in real life, give a f*ck bout a status Y'all really stay on lil shit, I swear my bag it's the fattest Yeah, I wanted a G-Wagon so I grabbed it, the Brabus Yeah, lil bro mad he ain't had it Yeah