Clout

What up, Fats? What's the word Know you out there on the West You ain't plugged in with the Herb You ain't got no S.A.s that can connect you with the.. Let's put them on the bird Get them back to the curb Boy, I'mma send you a skirt Let's just see if that can push up Need a couple boxes I ain't really got that many flyers Swear, look, yeah Touchdown in the city It's a street flood My phone ring, they need drugs They gon' always hit my line Cause they know I show love All my pockets filled with duds I really got it out the mud Money do grow on ' trees, mama I got rich off flower buds Pushin' peas I been the plug Trap in the A-Jump like Spud All I know is finessin' juke My diamonds dance, they cut her up I be ballin' like I should Shaq in L.A. like I'm Suge A lot of my babies doin' good Servin' that dog food like Doug Ride through New Orleans in a Maybach On the way to the Superdome My young nigga, he don't play that Catch us posted on the corner Intercepting niggas drop They want' drink and marijuana And I got it for the high And I got it to get high Drop a six, roll the zah Party pack with the guys Aviator shit, we like to mob You niggas be corn' on the cob Be more squared than Spongebob I got the juice like Tupac I been gettin' too fly Bustin' rhymes in New York I walk around like Woo-Ha Been playin' bout, Chief Wahoo Been runnin' up the Mula Home runs, touchdowns Pitchin' pounds off the mound The load on the road Better place your order right now I swear, cause when they leave here The raw goin' south Yeah, them men know we get them bitches off They yield every other week We'll never see a drought Do this shit for real, we'll move like this a clout Yeah, yeah, yeah Look at him He done brought him out Middle of the drought Bout to bust him in the mouth I got four ways for the 12K If you want him now I got zips of 3K Till them prices go down Take a 28 to 64 and press it on down Like a 64 Impala gone and press it to the ground Make it jump back like I blap blap a hundred rounds I'm a chef, that then pack, that then cater up your town Like a waiter comin' round I be takin' orders down Five turkey dinners with burritos on the side Casamigo, my amigos Senaloia medellion Calzone Italian My zone's all exotic, you can get your smoke on I was a juvenile with cash money, get your roll on Got a black mailman, play the post Karl Malone I bring it to your front door, I be at your home I can build a playground Buyin' all these poles One for two, three for four Me and Trizzy up the score We never fail and that's for sure Trizzy on the track and got your bitch down on the floor Yeah, uh-huh, for sure Touchdown, it go Runnin' plays in the pros Bros over hoes, that's for sure I don't want it if it ain't pure