Clout

[Intro: JS & YD] When the mandem jump in the ding-dong, no Bluetooth, bro, turn up the radio (ME13) The dot-dot hit him up like Tupac, man abuse if they run their mouth [Verse 1: YD] I swear that these yutes are dying for clout (Pussy) More time, I don't do no reactions Send my young boy to come run in your house (Where's the grub at?) These broke yutes wanna bitch and tussle This shit ain't a scuffle, I'm airin' you at (Air it out) The dot-dot hit him up like Tupac Man abuse if they run their mouth (Stop talkin') Some new plate twenty-one gangsters Wan' talk bad, but your trap's on drought (That's dead) I'll spin this one like a snap-back Don't back chat to get bun in your mouth (Baow, baow) YD, I don't run them games Pull up and wreck it, my name ain't Ralph (Wreck it) Still step out on a yardman flex I tuck the nine X when I'm leavin' my house (Tuck that) Two smoke double clutch that whip Any rag that bitch, man the gears fall out (Skrrt) On the 179 back, wheel it, I'm concealin' the spin ting in my pouch (One wheel) And we don't ever worry 'bout flash We step on the gas, dust jake boys out (Fuck the jakes) If I pull up like Jeepers Creepers, no discreetness Watch them scream and shout (None of that) Man hang out the ride with a flint, light up the flame Watch it spark (Light it up) And if they try bring out the chopper I hit top gear, like I'm Stig (Top Gear) They got bro-bro locked in the landin' Ask, shh, shh, how they chinged his clart (Wetted) I never really thought about music, so it's crazy How I made it this far (It's mad) I'll still slap this one on the mains I'll do shit bait, I don't give two fucks (You know me) Them boy already know my face They see me walk past and they don't talk up (Pussy) Underrated legend like Cadet, Cadet, my ex girl called me a slut True say, I didn't give her no closure Fuck the best friend, mash the pum-pum up (Mash it up) I sit back, reminisce 'bout the past I'm tryna live large and run up my Pesos (Run it up) These niggas ain't seen no racks I really drop four on my block, that's fuego (That's me) I buss that shot by Costa, spot me a cop car, run like Diego (I'm cuttin') Run, sprint, dash when you see the undies pull up in plain clothes (When you see the undies pull up in plain clothes) [Verse 2: JS] Free double O when I'm on the back man Hop off the back and back my shank (Ching) Niggas love talk 'til I pull up at gaffs Posted, passenger seat with the wap (Yeah) My man got bored in his hat for the chat Badman, we don't take no chat (No we don't) We spin this coupe, let me slap this twat YD to the right, my slime, my slatt (My bro) [?] movin' mad 'cah I'm in then I'm out and I'm movin' packs Patterned that spot, I ain't losin' that Back the dot-dot, I'm abusin' that (Bap, bap) Big man, who you screwin' at? Best fix that face or I ruin that Slapped off blanks, who you shootin' at? I never knew a man could shoot like that (Dickhead) Like fuck it, I love it, JS done-done it You should've seen the way that I swung that (Swing that, swing that) Civilians sayin', "That does it" I'm bootin' his head on the mains tryna buss it (Buss it) My ex girl's kept on fussin', just hold this somethin' See opps, I'll up it (Hold it) Bro holdin' the dots tryna done him I would've take a life, but he kept on runnin' (Uh) Like, rambo's twinnin', like Zack & Cody Brodie, fro say your bad? Come show me (Pussy) I don't need drip or a bust down rollie You know me, wind down the window slowly Lock my shoulders, lean back then let go (Baow) **** got one through his face Come get your cash back, but it ain't from Tesco Big boy wap on my side tryna let go (Baow, baow) When the mandem jump in the ding-dong, no Bluetooth Bro, turn up the radio (Turn it up) Press gas, I just seen them plain clothes Trade backroads, we don't know 'bout main roads (Press that) Reload on the green was lame, can't complain' Got that for change though (Ha) Demon time, when the gang dem say so Smile on my face when I heard that case closed (Ha) Round of applause when she lets that clap Bad bitch throw it back for the gang And yes, it claps back when I tell it to clap (You know) And you don't know nothin' 'bout trap Your line don't ring and your batch is brass You don't know nothin' 'bout trap Your line don't ring and your batch is brass (Pussy)