A to the D (feat. Lil Clout)

I feel like Comethazine, I just might go cop a jag

If you talk down, (yeah), then you going to get stabbed, aye, aye

And you know I hve to secure the bag, aye, aye

Me and my homies never lack, aye, aye

I ate the dinner off the plate like, aye

I feel like Swae Lee but I do not sway

If you want a feature, you do not have to pay

Til I-til' I-til I' get a thousand bucks, thats another day

Shout out Lil Clout, man, you already know, yuh

Might rock some Gucci in the Louis store, (in the Louis store), aye

Might pull up in a Lamb, man, you'n know, (you'n know, aye)

Hit him with the chop, leave him screwed and chopped, (grrrrah, aye)

I might hit her with the crop, she belong to opp, (crop)

I might hit her with the crop tho, same girl hated last year, now she give me props, bro (she give me props, bro)

Bought a OKC top tho, (woo)

Top 5 number one, aye, ooh, I'm on top tho, (aye, ga-gang, yuh, yuh)

Thir-ty clip, that junk longer than a ruler, (that junk longer than a ruler)

Just bought a pistol, I messed up my Ruger, uh (I messed up, grrrow)

Check out my chain it came straight from the jeweler, (bling! bling!)

Boy, I just fooled, you, you could call me the fooler, (I just fooled you, gang, aye)