OG Tony J. - Clout

Hello Hello
What's up third Coast
Triple D Good Morning
It's the crack of dawn
And someones Girl under my arm
And her panties wet
Guess I forgot about the
Flash Flood Warning
On the cool
I forgot how I met this chick
Last night I had to be drunk as shit
I ain't shit
But my Tribe the shit
Say we ain't got class
But we got chemistry
Can't get rid of me
And if you touch my brothers
It's going down like a ninny beat
Same phone, who tf is this
Hold up
Don't worry bout the fuck I'm doing
Pay attention while I flex a bit
I have your bitch on my bucket list
One peep of the Texas living
Have her want to fuck with this
Maybe she can babysit
Know what I mean
Know what I meant
Had them before
I ain't tripping on it
Step out fresh, just to flex
And put some pimpin on it
If that ass fat baby
You know that I'm griping on it
This is how we it do homie

Y'all can't Flex with us
Me and the homies
Stay turning up
From the Cliff to the Grove
Clout ain't nothing to us
Just Do You
Let Us do Us
Nigga Clout ain't a Thing

This that Free Lunch
I can eat any beat
No matter the recipe
I kill this bitch
Rest In Peace
Tonight I shall kill the pain
Tomorrow attend the funeral
And look back at the ones
That looks pitiful
Leave lames feeling resentful
They girlfriends fans of me
These niggas fanciful
What they talk about
They not about
Treat em like Unk
Make me walk it out
Plenty of shit
A lot of bull
They April babies
Lots of fools
On me
I hate small talk
Keep that shit
You hate behind close doors
And I peep that shit
But Luckily I'm surrounded by Some loyal niggas
Loyal niggas
Yo moves to sketchy homie
Can't fuck withcha
Fuck witcha
One day with this clique
Then the next your like
Fuck this shit
All this back and forward
Walking contradict
It what it is
I ain't tripping on shit
Do you little bro
Get it how you live
But I'm going to do me
Get to this money and chill
You can have the clout
That shit can't pay these bills
And to be trill
If you don't pay these bills
Please don't speak
On this here
And to be trill
I'm the one that killed Bill
Give a damn how y'all feel
But it's still all love over here
But fuck that Clout shit though

Y'all can't Flex with us
Me and the homies
Stay turning up
From the Cliff to the Grove
Clout ain't nothing to us
Just Do You
Let Us do Us
Nigga Clout ain't a Thing

Written by:
Anthony Jones Jr

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