Clout (feat. Blaatina)

I don't know what bitches talkin' 'bout

Fuck what bitch is talkin' 'bout

Bitch, I'm a real sack chaser

I'm the mob wife to a gangster, bitch

Fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

Bitches see who run this shit, huh?

Bitches see who run this shit

Bitch, fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Fuckin' bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

No drip alert,  but this drip gon' cost you

Ain't no comin' back, ****, once I am off you

Pretty girl, but I'm as gutter as it gets

It's the famous, thousands of likes on my pics

Hot bitch, straight up outta Mactown

Super fly, sir, better check my background

Bitch, I'm the showstopper at a party

Real ass, real hair, real life Barbie

Bitch, I'm the showstopper at a party

Fuck 'em, then I get some money like Cardi

You **** got the nerve, ooh-wee

I got that high class coochie, call it Gucci

I don't know what bitches talkin' 'bout

Fuck what bitch is talkin' 'bout

Bitch, I'm a real sack chaser

I'm the mob wife to a gangster, bitch

Fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

Bitches see who run this shit, huh?

Bitches see who run this shit

Bitch, fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

Showed 'em bitches, me and Stunna doin' dirty

Yo, brought the chopper out, now they runnin' in a hurry

Out there makin' chicken, got the sauce, it ain't no curry

Mama just got out, gave her racks, it ain't no worry

Fuck these hoes, bitch, I do not want your ****, no

Intimidate me, bitch, you funny, know my pockets big league

I'ma pull your card, try me, might just pull this trigger

Pull up to the function, and I pull up with my killers

Your bitches, they not with it, ho, I do not wanna talk

Was braggin', lil' bitch, we will slide right on your block

This shit for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock

I just copped a Rollie, and I can't even read the clock though

****, all you do is eat my pussy and get on my nerves

You bitches is weirdos, I'm convinced y'all some nerds

You bitches is hoes, I'm the bitch, y'all suckin' dicks

I been stackin' money, chasin' paper, I'm tryna get rich

Bitch, my designer sew me up a two-piece

Just did the two piece on Uber Eats

And I ain't gettin' in no Uber 'less he tryna eat

These bitches cappin', they ain't even from no fuckin' streets

I'm the black Pocahontas, mixed with a street bitch

I passed everybody that said I wouldn't be shit

Been pushin' that weight, and I ain't talkin' 'bout no fitness

Shooters at your door, and, bitch, it ain't Jehovah Witness

Fuck them followers you got, bitch, can't you ride a dick?

Bring a bitch around my brother, bet you she gon' be on dick

Talkin' on the internet, bitch, that shit'll get you shot

My killers don't have IG's, bitch, they posted on the block

Bitch, I'm still up in the streets, I ain't made it out

Counted so much fuckin' money that I'm fuckin' losin' count

Bitch, I'm fuckin' losing count

Counted so much fuckin' money, I'm fuckin' losing count

Yo, I don't know what bitches talkin' 'bout

Fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitch, I'm a real sack chaser

I'm the mob wife to a gangster, bitch

Fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

Bitches see who run this shit, huh?

Bitches see who run this shit (Don't you see who run this shit?)

Bitch, fuck what bitches talkin' 'bout

Bitches see who run this shit, I got the clout

Can you see who run this shit? Huh?

Can you see who run this shit?

Can you see who run this shit?

Can you see who run this shit?

Bitch, I got the fuckin' count

Counted so much money, bitch, I done lost fuckin' count