Clout

(HeartBeatz on the track)

You say it's smoke, we tryna make you choke
We pull up in a hurry
If I tell him to, I bet he shoot
Just like he kin to Curry
I'ma send ya bitch ass to the sky
Soon as I send the word
Hop out we don't do no drive bys
When we come bend the curb

You say it's smoke, we tryna make you choke
We pull up in a hurry
If I tell him to, I bet he shoot
Just like he kin to Curry
I'ma send ya bitch ass to the sky
Soon as I send the word
Hop out we don't do no drive bys
When we come bend the curb

"Go again", that's what I tell my shooter if he miss his target
Can't hit the club unless I'm getting paid, bitch, I'm too rich to party
Got yellow diamonds look like lemonade, both of my wrist retarded
I'm shinnin' Johnny, honestly, I'ma be real
I don't know what hit the hardest

I keep a Glock close right now
I can't tote but play will stretch you out
No, he ain't got no motion
He broke and I know it
These niggas be flexin' for clout
I got a check like Nike
Baby, ya ain't gotta check for me
There ain't no check for me now
All of my bitches keep fightin'
That shit don't excite me
It really be stressin' me out

You say it's smoke, we tryna make you choke
We pull up in a hurry
If I tell him to, I bet he shoot
Just like he kin to Curry
I'ma send ya bitch ass to the sky
Soon as I send the word
Hop out we don't do no drive bys
When we come bend the curb

"Go again", that's what I tell my shooter if he miss his target
Can't hit the club unless I'm getting paid, bitch, I'm too rich to party
Got yellow diamonds look like lemonade, both of my wrist retarded
I'm shinnin' Johnny, honestly, I'ma be real
I don't know what hit the hardest



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Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton
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