Icewear Vezzo - Fucc The Clout lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Fucc The Clout lyrics]
(It's a Wayne beat) yeah
What? Drank God
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
(Iced Up Records)
Yeah, got a chop on me (Chop)
Get to steppin' on shit like the house junkie
(Bitch) whole pint of Wock' on me
Finna drop somethin' (Finna drop somethin')
Heard they don't respect you in the streets
You gotta drop somethin' (Gotta earn that)
I was in the feds broke
Now I'm a millionaire (yeah)
If you ain't got at least a hundred
You can't stand in here (Get the fuck on)
She hit the road
I'ma stuff her like Build-A-Bear (Stuff her)
Big Glock on me
Ridin' dirty likе Chamillionaire
(Ridin' dirty)
75 all the way, that's the еasy route
(75, nigga) all you opps really hoes, yeah
That's easy clout (yeah, that's easy)
I been really havin' shit
I ain't seen a drought (Haha)
Big cousin doin' fifty years, let Stevie out
(Lil' Steve)
AMG 63 but the coupe faster (Coupe faster)
We put switches on the Glocks
So they shoot faster (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I been grindin' for a minute
Took a few chances (yeah)
Up the AR out the window
Watch it move traffic (Skrrt)
Fuck around and got a deal, now we livin' big
(yeah) i really do this shit for real
These niggas lil' kids (Niggas lil' niggas)
Took a lot of big losses for a little win
(Took a lot of L's)
Now I got my young niggas eatin'
Had to cut 'em in (Put 'em on, nigga)
How the fuck is niggas bosses
And they crew hurtin'?
And just for thinkin' this shit rap
Get your crew murked (Get 'em all whacked)
Spent a thirty on my bitch for a blue Birkin
(Thirty thousand)
Finna drink an eight of Trish, pop two Perkys
(yeah) niggas think it's on the floor
But they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)
Got the type of money turn
Your best friend on you (On God, nigga)
Can hit the road right now
Ain't gotta plan nothin' (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, I be with guys, yeah
It's fam only (With the guys)
Used to sell a little yay
Now I'm in real estate (For real)
These niggas Instagram ballin'
I got real estates (yeah)
Drop Bentley dealer plates on
Them dinner plates (Err)
Fuck whoever, any other nigga ever feel a way
(Fuck 'em) i'll ride for my respect
Cross the line for it (Nigga)
But if it ain't about a check
Ain't got time for it
(Ain't got time for it)
Same kind of pole on me, did some time for it
(yeah) niggas out here clout chasin' and
They lyin' for it (Bitch)
If I gotta prove a point
I ain't wrong for it (I ain't wrong, nigga)
Don't really do too much rappin'
That's what songs for
(I ain't with the rappin')
Fight my own fuckin' battles
Got my own sword (Nigga)
Cause my own fuckin' wave, make my own noise
Nigga (What?)
Yeah fuck the clout, nigga
Drank God (Iced Up Records)
What? Drank God
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
(Iced Up Records)
Yeah, got a chop on me (Chop)
Get to steppin' on shit like the house junkie
(Bitch) whole pint of Wock' on me
Finna drop somethin' (Finna drop somethin')
Heard they don't respect you in the streets
You gotta drop somethin' (Gotta earn that)
I was in the feds broke
Now I'm a millionaire (yeah)
If you ain't got at least a hundred
You can't stand in here (Get the fuck on)
She hit the road
I'ma stuff her like Build-A-Bear (Stuff her)
Big Glock on me
Ridin' dirty likе Chamillionaire
(Ridin' dirty)
75 all the way, that's the еasy route
(75, nigga) all you opps really hoes, yeah
That's easy clout (yeah, that's easy)
I been really havin' shit
I ain't seen a drought (Haha)
Big cousin doin' fifty years, let Stevie out
(Lil' Steve)
AMG 63 but the coupe faster (Coupe faster)
We put switches on the Glocks
So they shoot faster (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I been grindin' for a minute
Took a few chances (yeah)
Up the AR out the window
Watch it move traffic (Skrrt)
Fuck around and got a deal, now we livin' big
(yeah) i really do this shit for real
These niggas lil' kids (Niggas lil' niggas)
Took a lot of big losses for a little win
(Took a lot of L's)
Now I got my young niggas eatin'
Had to cut 'em in (Put 'em on, nigga)
How the fuck is niggas bosses
And they crew hurtin'?
And just for thinkin' this shit rap
Get your crew murked (Get 'em all whacked)
Spent a thirty on my bitch for a blue Birkin
(Thirty thousand)
Finna drink an eight of Trish, pop two Perkys
(yeah) niggas think it's on the floor
But they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)
Got the type of money turn
Your best friend on you (On God, nigga)
Can hit the road right now
Ain't gotta plan nothin' (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, I be with guys, yeah
It's fam only (With the guys)
Used to sell a little yay
Now I'm in real estate (For real)
These niggas Instagram ballin'
I got real estates (yeah)
Drop Bentley dealer plates on
Them dinner plates (Err)
Fuck whoever, any other nigga ever feel a way
(Fuck 'em) i'll ride for my respect
Cross the line for it (Nigga)
But if it ain't about a check
Ain't got time for it
(Ain't got time for it)
Same kind of pole on me, did some time for it
(yeah) niggas out here clout chasin' and
They lyin' for it (Bitch)
If I gotta prove a point
I ain't wrong for it (I ain't wrong, nigga)
Don't really do too much rappin'
That's what songs for
(I ain't with the rappin')
Fight my own fuckin' battles
Got my own sword (Nigga)
Cause my own fuckin' wave, make my own noise
Nigga (What?)
Yeah fuck the clout, nigga
Drank God (Iced Up Records)