The Clout Era Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh

This clout chasin' ass era

I don't know why y'all act like this

If Big was alive, that nigga would rap like this

Cartier, Apple Watch, wrap my wrist

Ain't no other ghetto nigga who got class like this

My shoelaces touchin' the floor

It's gon' smell like cookies when I come in the door

I make niggas look like rookies when I come to the lab

Cause all this shit be off the head

Ain't no pen or no pad

Jaguar or the Lex, fuck it, give me the Jag

If I'm too drunk to drive, give me a cab

I don't even take credit, gotta give me the cash

And if it's too hot for the hammer, get them stabbed, yeah

Middle of the summer, I'm in Argentina

You gotta make believers out of non-believers

Yo' niggas claimin' that we ops, but they never see us

Them niggas only hatin' cause they wanna be us

In all white Air Forces, I'm in the Coliseum

I'm all over the world, I make it hard to reach us

I'm in the all-star game, you watchin' from the bleachers

Yo, I'm in Neiman's, coppin' all of the designer sneakers

It ain't my birthday, but I give it a cake

I be by myself cause these niggas is fake

Yo, we gon' blow mad Za' in front of your wake

You hear the horns blow soon as you get to the gates

Long distance, so safe travelin

My man cool with the bouncer, he got the ladder in

I hustle hard like the Arabics and Africans

Yeah, I been gone for a minute, but now I'm back again

My favorite question to niggas is, yo, what's happenin'

You cross state lines, they'll get you for traffickin

No matter who they are, they just ain't me

The summer's back around, nigga stay free

My flow in 4K, these niggas is HD

Nigga, I designed myself, nobody made me

I jumped the broom, bitches still wanna give it to me

My nigga Brackz gone, but he still livin' through me

I'm a clutch shooter like Robert Horry

I was on the corner with 5 for 40s

My whole life it been a timeless story

Niggaz is fake and my OG tried to warn me