Clout

What up, Fats? What's the word
Know you out there on the West
You ain't plugged in with the Herb
You ain't got no S.A.s that can connect you with the.

Let's put them on the bird
Get them back to the curb
Boy, I'mma send you a skirt
Let's just see if that can push up

Need a couple boxes
I ain't really got that many flyers
Swear, look, yeah
Touchdown in the city

It's a street flood
My phone ring, they need drugs
They gon' always hit my line
Cause they know I show love

All my pockets filled with duds
I really got it out the mud
Money do grow on '
trees, mama
I got rich off flower buds

Pushin' peas I been the plug
Trap in the A-Jump like Spud
All I know is finessin' juke
My diamonds dance, they cut her up

I be ballin' like I should
Shaq in L.A. like I'm Suge
A lot of my babies doin' good
Servin' that dog food like Doug

Ride through New Orleans in a Maybach
On the way to the Superdome
My young nigga, he don't play that
Catch us posted on the corner

Intercepting niggas drop
They want' drink and marijuana
And I got it for the high
And I got it to get high

Drop a six, roll the zah
Party pack with the guys
Aviator shit, we like to mob
You niggas be corn' on the cob

Be more squared than Spongebob
I got the juice like Tupac
I been gettin' too fly
Bustin' rhymes in New York

I walk around like Woo-Ha
Been playin' bout, Chief Wahoo
Been runnin' up the Mula
Home runs, touchdowns

Pitchin' pounds off the mound
The load on the road
Better place your order right now
I swear, cause when they leave here

The raw goin' south
Yeah, them men know we get them bitches off
They yield every other week
We'll never see a drought

Do this shit for real, we'll move like this a clout
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at him
He done brought him out

Middle of the drought
Bout to bust him in the mouth
I got four ways for the 12K
If you want him now

I got zips of 3K
Till them prices go down
Take a 28 to 64 and press it on down
Like a 64 Impala gone and press it to the ground

Make it jump back like I blap blap a hundred rounds
I'm a chef, that then pack, that then cater up your town
Like a waiter comin' round
I be takin' orders down

Five turkey dinners with burritos on the side
Casamigo, my amigos Senaloia medellion
Calzone Italian
My zone's all exotic, you can get your smoke on

I was a juvenile with cash money, get your roll on
Got a black mailman, play the post Karl Malone
I bring it to your front door, I be at your home
I can build a playground

Buyin' all these poles
One for two, three for four
Me and Trizzy up the score
We never fail and that's for sure

Trizzy on the track and got your bitch down on the floor
Yeah, uh-huh, for sure
Touchdown, it go
Runnin' plays in the pros

Bros over hoes, that's for sure
I don't want it if it ain't pure