Gain Clout

Alla these young **** killin' each other

They tryna just gain clout

How you gon' lie and just say that I said that

The fuck is you talkin' about?

I had the dick inside of her mouth

And I still had the chopper out

I put your bitch inside of a Range

The way she's suckin' my cock

I take a hunid racks right out the bank

And put it on your tater tot

I got the cropped Chanel bag

I'm 'bout to go fuck up the block

Hop in the Porsche, then hop out the Jag

And jack it like jack-in-the-box

I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots

Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback

RayVac, spray his ass back ****, blat, blat

My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat

Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin' 'fore you get whacked

Money got me shittin' like a laxative

No comparin', I ran up the racks

All of my bitches are boujee and bad

My money was long as his 'Lac

I told the bitch that wasn't my kid

I need a paternity

Pull up to your block and takin' your cookie, call me Bernie

Got that red interior, red shoes and red Jeep

Got a bad bitch, don't play the radio, Greg Street

Dead meat, know you're just a dead breed

Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat

I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I'm Banshee

Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin' on whammy

I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules

How the fuck you let these rat **** go get them some cheese?

I had to send the car comin', I took off and ran with the keys

I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin', Chris Breezy

I go to Fendi and I got to Tao, she comin' from Greece

I don't believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

Alla these young **** killin' each other

They tryna just gain clout

How you gon' lie and just say that I said that

The fuck is you talkin' about?

I had the dick inside of her mouth

And I still had the chopper out

I put your bitch inside of a Range

The way she's suckin' my cock

I take a hunid racks right out the bank

And put it on your tater tot

I got the cropped Chanel bag

I'm 'bout to go fuck up the block

Hop in the Porsche, then hop out the Jag

And jack it like jack-in-the-box

I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots