S.A. Smash - Clout lyrics
[S.A. Smash - Clout lyrics]
When I'm in the house niggas
Better watch your step
Cause you really don't know where
The Glock is kept
Robbery in progress, Count the money
I run with young punks that be acting ugly
We got guns by the trunk load
Nigga watch out evil bitches with a snub
Nose robbing your house
If you want to start beef I'll supply you now
Take your body to the street and tie it down
And have cars run over rib
Blood all over shit tire tracks all over kid
And take your buddies to a shooting range
Make you wanna do some thangs
Make you wanna switch and make
Them kill you quick
Cause Camy's in the fast lane
Making niggas act strange
When I hate when niggas trip
Cause it's really getting serious
Niggas feeling inferior
When bitches wanna hang out and hug the dick
Nigga let me explain, think you know
You have no idea read my diary
You'll get hot and burn off ears
When I advance to the next round
Mouths are open set fire to your tour
Leave your houses smoking
Get that clout
Come on everybody if you in that south-
Side of the building you can feel that shiet
Smoke another blunt if you
Can feel that shiet niggas Niggas
Niggas in the club, they dump but so what
Girl at the crib, of course she hang up
Cops on the blocks with questions
It ain't us
Stay up and stay tough, get your game up
Now that everybody rhyme
It's time to battle for souls
Start a single file line and
Pay me after the show
The monster in me conquered over
Half of the globe
With an attitude like that will get
You clapped in the dome
To me that assume you like
The sound of shattering bones
Ya devil stay diving to a hazardous zone
My intentions are infected and
I'll pass it along
For the cash like ashing the
Bone that's what I'm on
But we know this shit is more
Than lyrics wrapped in a song
Another hustle
You asking if the passion is gone
Mother fuck you and that watered
Down rapping you on bitch
Hype niggas smoke crack to this one
Fake niggas practice packing a gun
I'm lashing the tongue
Decapitating ligaments
I'll laugh when it's done
The aggravated immigrant, African son
Smoke a blunt with you punk and
Put a staff in your lung
Better watch your step
Cause you really don't know where
The Glock is kept
Robbery in progress, Count the money
I run with young punks that be acting ugly
We got guns by the trunk load
Nigga watch out evil bitches with a snub
Nose robbing your house
If you want to start beef I'll supply you now
Take your body to the street and tie it down
And have cars run over rib
Blood all over shit tire tracks all over kid
And take your buddies to a shooting range
Make you wanna do some thangs
Make you wanna switch and make
Them kill you quick
Cause Camy's in the fast lane
Making niggas act strange
When I hate when niggas trip
Cause it's really getting serious
Niggas feeling inferior
When bitches wanna hang out and hug the dick
Nigga let me explain, think you know
You have no idea read my diary
You'll get hot and burn off ears
When I advance to the next round
Mouths are open set fire to your tour
Leave your houses smoking
Get that clout
Come on everybody if you in that south-
Side of the building you can feel that shiet
Smoke another blunt if you
Can feel that shiet niggas Niggas
Niggas in the club, they dump but so what
Girl at the crib, of course she hang up
Cops on the blocks with questions
It ain't us
Stay up and stay tough, get your game up
Now that everybody rhyme
It's time to battle for souls
Start a single file line and
Pay me after the show
The monster in me conquered over
Half of the globe
With an attitude like that will get
You clapped in the dome
To me that assume you like
The sound of shattering bones
Ya devil stay diving to a hazardous zone
My intentions are infected and
I'll pass it along
For the cash like ashing the
Bone that's what I'm on
But we know this shit is more
Than lyrics wrapped in a song
Another hustle
You asking if the passion is gone
Mother fuck you and that watered
Down rapping you on bitch
Hype niggas smoke crack to this one
Fake niggas practice packing a gun
I'm lashing the tongue
Decapitating ligaments
I'll laugh when it's done
The aggravated immigrant, African son
Smoke a blunt with you punk and
Put a staff in your lung