Clout God 3

[Intro] Keep them fuck niggas away from me, bro I don't really fuck with fuck niggas No new niggas, none of that shit, you feel me? Think I'm allergic to their fugazi ass [Verse] Yes, I'm allergic to fuck niggas Hell nah, I won't fuck with ya' No, you can not hit my cup nigga I'm in love with them bucks, nigga Riding around with glizzy's tucked nigga We don't trust niggas We'll bust, nigga Like blitz, we'll rush nigga Let it bust nigga Hit him up nigga Catch me in traffic with 3 automatics Riding with that nina I feel like I'm Pappy Hit his ass up, disappear like its magic Shot in your face man, that shit was so tragic Niggas got hit man, that nigga was lacking Shooters start shooting just like he John Paxson Bomb his whole hood, Osama Bin Laden Bitch, you know I'm good, getting them Jacksons I'm in love with cash, bitch I'm getting guapo Chilling with the plug, call him El Chapo Niggas want beef, put shells in his taco Always in the hood like I do auto Bent like the bent like I just hit the lotto Get money, fuck bitches man, that's my new motto Sipping mud in trouble, don't pop no bottle Balmain jeans, I don't rock no crocko Jugging on a roll, getting it and getting it Fucking different hoes, swimming in women Niggas mad cause we winnin' and winnin' Lord please clear my soul, I'm sinnin' and sinnin' My bitch at the stove, told my bitch "Do the dishes" Bro out the back door, yeah we serve out the kitchen Whipping and whipping that pie, that's my vision Baking soda, yeah we serving them chicken Concrete flow, Billy go hard They [?] let me and I'm a [?] They say he a killer but don't got no heart Say he a trapper but ain't moving hard Make it very scary, pull up and spark .45 bull dog, let it bark Shoot his ass down, pull off and park Me and two nina's just had him a [?] [Outro] [?] Niggas better clout the fuck up Big clout God, y'all already know that though Gang, gang, gang, gang Let's get it