Clout

I stand out, I'm embossed
Got your girl here, twerkin' like a boss
Why you staring at the fucking ground now
When you should be thinking you shoulda bowed down
Hop in the Rari, get drowned
Bust out the ice and the clout
Bitches be actin' like they gonna doubt
But no one can do it like Beige
Baddest motha fucka in the villa
Cookin' rigatoni, bitch you know I got Barilla
When it be done, bitch, I finna get the sauce
I never take an L; never loose a coin toss
Come see me here, bitch, rendezvous
Bring your crew to hype you up
Stand behind you like, "whew!"
I got iced out wrists, I got an iced out coupe
Come here and let me know who you're talking to

Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I, bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I, bitch, I got the clout
Don't you fuckin' doubt
Don't you fuckin' doubt
You're actin' like a lout
You should know what I'm about

You can't fuck with a bitch like me
When I pull up in a Maserati
The baddest motha fucker in the DMV
Takin' my time in the game, while you motha fuckas sleep
Countin' sheep in field
Ain't worry about the product, I'm just thinkin' bout the yield
Imma take a step back and get this bitch unsealed
While you motha fuckers figure out the power I wield
Swingin' thru the city, got me feelin' like I'm Peter
Takin' e, sippin' lean, all that by the liter
Parker in the streets, put some money in the meter
Got the high pitch up, imma blow your fuckin' tweeter
You gon get that feelin
Like your fuckin' skin is peelin'
Put yo shit up in yo trunk
While you shrivel like you shrunk
It'll get dark when there is no more fight
That's what you get when you fuck with Delight

Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I, bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I, bitch, I got the clout
Don't you fuckin' doubt
Don't you fuckin' doubt
You're actin' like a lout
You should know what I'm about

Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I got the clout
Bitch, I got the clout



Credits
Writer(s): Beige Delight
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