Fuk Tha Clout (feat. Yeat)

Scared to talk 'bout money when it's racks involved (Woo, woo, go, go)
They scared to say our name 'cause losing fans involved (Ninetyniiine, Wha)
I just walked up inside Prada, dropped a twenty ball, yeah (Wo-woo)
Every time I touched a bag, it's extra large amount (Huh)
I peep all the shit you doing, tryna jack my style (Hey, uh, woo)
Oh, hold up, "How the hell they do it? I'm tryna figure it out"
Sipping on motor oil, dirty-ass cup, almost look like brown (Woo, woo, what?)
We ain't folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground (Woo, woo, I got—)
Which one, the X or the Perc'? I can't decide (Skrtt)
Got the Cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that bitch is fried
I don't be replying, got a whole lot to do, don't waste no time (Yeah)
I ain't bragging, but I get paid now to sit down and rhyme (Yeah, no way)

That boy broke as hell, we took a different route (Took a different route)
Nigga, I get paid to just sit down and talk (Just sit down and talk)
That boy, he gon' bring my name up 'cause it come with clout ('Cause it come with clout)
And this ho, she know we way too up, they tryna figure it out
Yeah, that lil' ho know we too up, they tryna figure it out (Ha)
Yeah, tryna figure out, took a different route, he took a—, uh, yeah (Uh, aye)
Took a different play, took a— (Yeah, that boy)
Yeah, that boy, yeah, he know me, he just want clout (Just want clout, yeah, uh)
Ha, bitch I been had racks since I was a teen (Racks since I was a teen)
Yeah, nigga, I been off X, yeah, like all week (I been off X— like all week)
And a nigga sipping on drank 'cause it help me sleep (Help me sleep)
That boy ain't sippin' on drank, he sippin' on green (Sippin' on green)
Yeah, I just fucked this ho', that ho on E (Fucked this ho' on X)
That boy dissing, turned his lil' ho to a fiend (Turn his bitch a fiend)
Yeah, he tried his best, we still was not impressed (Boy didn't know)
Everybody got racks but we make it look the best (Huh, yeah)

Why you capping 'bout them drugs? We not impressed (Woo, woo, uh)
And this bitch head go back like it was PEZ (Woo, woo, yeah, twizz')
I take a lot of Percs, I take a lot of X (Woo, woo, I be geeked)
I don't be listening to nobody, yeah, it's fuck the rest (Yeah, fuck the rest)
Yeah, this Jeep on jeepers creepers, two hundred on the dash (Woo-woo)
You don't be high as me, a hundred percent, I geek the best (No way)
She might drink up the nut or leave it on her chest (Yeah)
Yeah, y'all be fruit like chickens, yeah, like you got some breasts (Hold on)
Yeah, hold on, hold on, what the fuck? Yeah, I forgot the rest (Yea, what?)
Yeah, this the big baller gang, big baller chain (Baller chain, woo)
Yeah, I fuck my money up so much it told me that it came (Woah)
They told me go and sign a deal, I'm too rich now, I can't
Yeah, pockets fat, walk with a limp, bitch, yeah, I got a cane (Uh)

Scared to talk 'bout money when it's racks involved (Woo, woo, go, go)
They scared to say our name 'cause losing fans involved (Ninetyniiine, Wha)
I just walked up inside Prada, dropped a twenty ball, yeah (Wo-woo)
Every time I touched a bag, it's extra large amount (Huh)
I peep all the shit you doing, tryna jack my style (Hey, uh, woo)
Oh, hold up, "How the hell they do it? I'm tryna figure it out"
Sipping on motor oil, dirty-ass cup, almost look like brown (Woo, woo, what?)
We ain't folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground (Woo, woo, I got—)
Which one, the X or the Perc'? I can't decide (Skrtt)
Got the Cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that bitch is fried
I don't be replying, got a whole lot to do, don't waste no time (Yeah)
I ain't bragging, but I get paid now to sit down and rhyme (Yeah, no way)