OMB Peezy, Drum Dummie - Clout Lovin lyrics

(Ayo, Jimmy)
I need a beat that's gon' talk to me, yeah
(yeah, Ayo, Jug, play that bitch back)

Look, I can't stop the pain
I cannot complain
Ain't under arrest, I'ma keep
On walkin', shit, 'cause I am not detained
(Detained) can't tell you what to do
With your life 'cause
Robbin' for the change got me out the rain
(The rain) i'm rappin' 'bout my life
Your child go insane
Shit, I am not to blame (To blame)
Gotta look at yourself (Yourself) , uh
Only me, no one left (One left) , uh
Look around, no one else (One else)
When you in the fast life
Gotta watch your step (Your step)
Or when you look up, you will see death (Grr)
The way I came up wasn't fair (Wasn't fair)
But I embraced it and kept pushin'
(Kept pushin')
And nigga, don't think you gettin' no dough
(No dough)
Bitch, stay over there 'cause you pussy
(yeah) and I ain't never 'bout to stop
Somethin' you need to know (Know)
Nigga think I'm gon' flop
Ask 'em when I'm gon' drop
Like a Glock, lil' nigga, Peezy finna blow
(Boom) hit 'em with the re-rock just
To get a little guap
Should've never let Peezy cook your dope
(Woah) boy actin' like a bitch speakin'
On my name, nigga
Now I'm leavin' with your ho (Your ho)
It's Peezy

Look, ain't squashin' no beef
I'm with that heat
Meet bitch and I don't hit back
Big stacks, hope she don't get my lick back
Chillin' with big bank on big facts
I'ma get a big bag, don't forget that
Hatin' shit make me mad, I admit that
Take somethin' from me
Then I don't want shit back (Want shit)
Fuck nigga, I want your life, yeah (Fah, fah)
Hardest young nigga on the mic (On the mic)
When my mouth get hot, put my teeth on ice
(On ice)
Tell me chill out, let it be peace, I might
(I might) , uh
Fake shit, we don't like (Don't like)
She wanna be my freak for the night
(For the night)
Craps, that nigga threw three on the dice
(On the dice) only talkin' like a gangster
I guess he wanna die (Wanna die)
She gettin' money, then she my type, yeah
Them lil' niggas ain't 'bout nothin'
('Bout nothin')
Make me hit your block bustin' (Grrah)
Catch 'em while they out clubbin'
(They partyin')
Sendin' shots, they all duckin'
I ain't sparin' nan' nigga (Nigga)
Even if you is my cousin (My cousin)
He shouldn't be with you anyway
He know this shit get ugly

I need a beat that’s gon' talk to me
Know the streets gon' vouch for me
The industry ain't 'bout nothin'
These bitches dick suckin'
And these niggas clout lovin'
Hit a nigga, block bustin'
Make a nigga stop hustlin'
I'll never stop thuggin'
And I'm like on like woah
I've been stuck in go mode
Ain't seein' fear with no pole
Now your ass wanna take a photo
Showin' you a whole lot of
Shit that you don't know
You just gotta learn how to
Keep it on the low-low
I don't wanna feel none of this pain no more
Hope my brains don't blow, oh