Clout - Tiny Meat Gang

All in my bag

All in my wrist

All of my shit (what)

Prank my dog for the vlog

Iced out 'rillaPod

You busy tryna get fame

I’m busy countin' dis money (bands)

Callin' myself a comedian

But none of my shit even funny (hahaha)

I used to work for da coin (ay)

Now I ride clout wit' da boys (yuh)

Pretend to give money to bums (eh)

Now I got money for toys (eh)

Puffin' on purp for da snap

I rent the 'rari and take it right back

Bitches be sleepin' wit' me

But they just be in it for tags

They just want this clout

Bitch, I got some clout

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I got some clout (brrp)

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I got some

All I got is clout

Walk outside, watch 'em shout, bitch

Pull up to Supreme, drop some green

Ballin' out, bitch

Bought a wag, blow a bag

Bulldog, cost like 20 grand

Gucci tee, ripped jeans

That’s just so my knees can breathe

Wake up in the Hills, I live in the Hills

Did I mention I live in the Hills?

Poppin' pills, no real skills

All the bitches be like «Come to Brazil!»

Clout got me this shirt, bitch, you know it ain’t a knock-off

I could take a shit on camera, watch this shit pop off

Propose to my bitch, I’m obsessed with engagement

I’ll write a fuckin' diss-track 'bout my mom, bitch, I’m shameless

Name my house after the clout, name my dick after the clout

I’m so poppin' you would think I’d think of something else that fuckin' rhymes

with clout

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I got some clout (brrp)

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I got some clout

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I got some clout

Bitch, I got some clout (eh, eh, eh)

Bitch, I