Clout Songtext
von Tiny Meat Gang

Ay, gimme the Juul, lemme hit that

Yuh, eh
Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah, (hahahaha) yeah, eh, eh

Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)
Bitch, I got some clout (brrp)
Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I got some

All in my bag, all in my wrist, all of my shit (what)
Prank my dog for the vlog, iced out rilla pawg
You busy tryna get fame, I′m busy countin' dis money (bands)
Callin′ myself a comedian but none of my shit even funny (hahaha)
I used to work for da coin (ay), now I ride clout wit' da boys (yuh)
Pretend to give money to bums (eh), now I got money for toys (eh)
Puffin' on purp for da snap, I run the ′rari and take it right back
Bitches be sleepin′ wit' me but they just be in it for tags
They just want this clout


Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)
Bitch, I got some clout (brrp)
Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I got some

All I got is clout, walk outside, watch ′em shout, bitch
Pull up to Supreme, drop some green, ballin' out, bitch
Bought a wag, blow a bag, Bulldog, cost like 20 grand
Gucci tee, ripped jeans, that′s just so my knees can breathe
Wake up in the Hills, I live in the Hills, did I mention I live in the Hills?
Poppin' pills, no real skills, all the bitches be like "Come to Brazil!"
Clout got me this shirt, bitch, you know it ain′t a knock-off
I could take a shit on camera, watch this shit pop off
Propose to my bitch, I'm obsessed with engagement
I'll write a fuckin′ diss-track ′bout my mom, bitch, I'm shameless
Name my house after the clout, name my dick after the clout
I′m so poppin' you would think I′d think of something else that fuckin' rhymes with clout


Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)
Bitch, I got some clout (brrp)
Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)
Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)
Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I got some clout
Bitch, I