Gain Clout (Explicit)

Gain Clout (Explicit) - Young Thug/Young Stoner Life

All of these young n***as killin' each other

They tryna just gain clout

How you gon' lie just say that I said that

The f**k is you talkin' about

I had the dick inside of her mouth

And I still had the chopper out

I put the B***h inside of a Range

The way she suckin' my cock

I take a hundred racks right out of the bank

And put on your tator tot

I got the crop Chanel bag

I'm 'bout to go f**k up the block

Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag'

And jack it like Jack in the Box

I put Chanel the lil' bitty

Bags all over all of the dots

Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback

RayVac spray his a*s back n***a blat blat

My B*****s got credentials and

Green eyes like a black cat

Your B***h is almost fat

Better stop playin' 'fore you get whacked

Money got me s**ttin' like a laxative

No comparin' I ran up the racks

All of my B*****s are bougie and bad

My money was long as his 'lac

I told the B***h that wasn't my kid I need a paternity

Pull up to your block and takin'

Your cookie call me Bernie

Got the red interior red shoes and red Jeep

Got a bad b***h don't play the radio Greg Street

Dead meat know you're just a dead breed dead breed

Red meat eat it like a deadbeat deadbeat

I pop a wheelie I f**k on a

B***h like I'm Banshee

Bought a Rolls Royce and then

I was smokin' on whammy

I put the B***h on her back

And I beat it like Hercules hah

How the f**k you let these rat n***as

Go get them some cheese Hah

I had to send the car comin'

I took off and ran with the keys

I put some diamonds on her toe

Yeah they dancin' Chris Breezy

I go to Fendi and I got to talk

Peace she comin' from Greece

I don't believe her

I think she Belize or she from Middle East

All of these young n***as killin' each other

They tryna just gain clout

How you gon' lie just say that I said that

The f**k is you talkin' about

I had the dick inside of her mouth

And I still had the chopper out

I put the B***h inside of a Range

The way she suckin' my cock

I take a hundred racks right out of the bank

And put on your tator tot

I got the crop Chanel bag

I'm 'bout to go f**k up the block

Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag'

And jack it like Jack in the Box

I put Chanel the lil' bitty bags

All over all of the dots