Young Thug – Gain Clout lyrics

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin' each other
They tryna just gain clout
How you gon' lie, just say that I said that
The fuck is you talkin' about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin' my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tabletop
I got the crop Chanel bag
I'm 'bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche and hopped out the Jag' and jump out like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
Rain man, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat
My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin' 'fore you get whacked
Money got me shittin' like a laxative no comparing I ran up the racks
All of my bitches are boujee and bad, my money was long as his 'lac
I told the bitch it wasn't my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and taking your cookie, call me Bernie

[Bridge]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad bitch, don't play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, you're just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat
I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I'm banshee
Bought a Rolls Royce [?] smokin' on [?]
I put a bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules
How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese?
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 [?], she comin' from Greece
I don't believe her
I think she Belize or from Middle East

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin' each other
They tryin' to just gain clout
How you gon' lie, just say that I said it
The fuck is you talkin' about
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin' my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tabletop
I got the crop Chanel bag
I'm 'bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche and hopped out the Jag' and jump out like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the thots