Clout Gmix Lyrics – FBG Duck
Singer: FBG Duck
Title: Clout Gmix
Spencity Beats
Remix!
Clout up, lil n***a (G-mix)
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoo!
Let’s get it, let’s get it!
Robin jeans, b*t*h I’m flexing like a boss
And if a n***a disrespect, that .30 get em lost
These n***as mad cause we takin’ all the clout
These b*t*hes love the squad, got d**k all in they mouth
Robin jeans, took em off and bought some more
This the remix, how you ain’t know
These n***as mad cause we takin’ all the clout
These b*t*hes love the squad, got d**k all in they mouth
Ever since I came home, I got a lot of clout
N***as hating on the king, but that’s a lot of mouth
I got so much clout that I could give you some
A hundred shot in the Glock, n***a that’s the drum
Don’t want no smoke, don’t want no war, you know just where I’m from
I’m Ada Block, but shout out FBG, that’s St. Lawrence
I got these Robins on my ass, I’m looking like I’m God
And if a n***a try me, I send his #ss to God
Welcome home Kellz, Bricksquad
A lot of choppas in my car, I’m like the Hit Squad
All my n***as with the sh*ts, we doing hits, y’all
Don’t play with clout, I swear to god you gone get killed, dawg
I am Will, shoot to kill, it’s the mack b*t*h
Off a pill, if I’m hungry, imma jack sh*t
On the real, we be robbing and we clap sh*t
I got the clout, so you know I could f**k yo b*t*h
F**k a record deal, I want a hundred bricks
Lean putting me to sleep, I took a couple sips
Jesse James, I got two revolvers on my hip
Vonno Gang, my lil shorties be locking and dip
I just spent $1300 for the f**kin’ coat
And my coat same color as my f**kin’ coke
With my Skeeze World n***as smoking nothing but dope
I’m with my Jojo World n***as that’ll get em poked
I’m finna take I.L Will, buy another Glock
Just like Billionaire Black, I got hella thots
Your whole block seem like your foremans, y’all got hella cops
I got clout, I can even post on Yella block
Dollaz
Robins with the rubies, see my life a movie
I got 50 in the uzi, wet em like jacuzzi
These b*t*hes on my heel, I think they wanna do me
I’m eating now, I got a money girl so shout out Gucci
B*t*h I’m Clout God and I clout hard and I got [?] jeans
I’m rolling hard, I’m bussin’ hard, you know I’m off them beans
I’m booted up, not new to us, don’t need another lean
That choppa with a knife will make your block a scary scene
I’m whipping white, that Miley Cyrus with that Jerry Springer
Got that .30 by my Robins, shoot up everything
Got on three gold chains, a celebrity
These b*t*hes on my d**k, they like “Billy, marry me”
Gang!
FBG sh*t, FBG b*t*h!
N***as said they made clout, that’s a f**kin’ lie
I’m a St. Lawrence boy, f**k the other side
Poles up, bullets fly, that’s a homicide
Running up on me, then you must want to f**kin’ die
You could call me Big Boss or Big Clout
B*t*hes take my phone and say where you live now
She tryna turn the thotty up, I put the kids out
She ain’t wanna let my mans f**k, I put the b*t*h out
And I ain’t just rapping, this is real sh*t
Think it’s swisher, then them choppa shells will spit
I ain’t never been fu, why I’m lying n***a
She wanna suck my d**k again, and spend some time with her
These n***as mad cause I’m takin’ all the clout
These b*t*hes mad cause I only want the mouth
I ride through the city hoe, I been a boss
If I see it, then I want it, muthaf**k the cost
Big Boss Bo Deal getting money
Name ring from the Poles to the 100s
N***as talkin’, but they don’t really want it
I got shells for you, you, and yo homie
Yeah, you know that I mean it, you that I’m comin’ with killas
Yeah, so n***a don’t try me unless you gon’ play with the pistols
Bo!
Uh-huh!
Looked in the mirror, realest n***a that I ever seen
Said f**k hoop dreams, and started hustling at 17
I made some racks, put 24s up on my Chevy thing
While pushing packs, my opps got whacked, and that’s on everything
I’m tatted up, I’m fly as f**k, Montana hella fleek
I’ll take yo life, then take yo wife, b*t*h I’m so FGE
She say she love me, won’t take pictures, get her clout up
I told the b*t*h to just do d**ks and keep your mouth shut
I catch you riding down my block, we let them guns pop
All these pistols in my house look like a gun shop
30 in this MAC-11, I ain’t new to this
That’s Steph Curry, Klay Thompson, I be shooting sh*t
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