Clout

Yeah, you already know man

It's your boy, TJ

Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it

Let these legends holla at ya, TIP

(Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)

(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)

Big bank, all I do is get bank

N***as hating on me but they bitch ain't

So conceited, I don't think my shit stank



400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne

Come and kick it with a west side n***a

Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my n***a?

All day thumbing through the check my n***a

Boy you broke, you can't even be a threat my n***a

When you're talking to me say it with your chest little n***a

I pull up on your set and makе a mess little n***a

Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's

Wrapped around thе neck of a dope boy

Gold yacht, Master Presi' diamond in those

And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce

A true trap n***a, I done sold everything

Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything

I said Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything

Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom

Big faced Rollie take up half my arm

Porsche 911 with the Gabby top



All gold scale, that's my magic box

Got the soft, my n***a

Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right there