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)