Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Clout, artist - Diego Money. Date of issue: 14.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Clout |
| Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks |
| Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that |
| Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain’t no comin' back |
| I been flexin' so damn hard, man I should have a six pack |
| Talkin' hunnid band juug, man you know that I’m with that |
| Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me’ll get you wacked |
| Fuck you, Swvsh! |
| Uhh, ayy, yuh |
| Know my pockets fat, bitch |
| Know I got the sack- |
| Fuck you, Swvsh! |
| Uhh, ayy, yuh |
| Know my pockets fat, bitch |
| Know I got the sack, bitch |
| Know I got them racks, bitch |
| Know I keep a strap, bitch |
| Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss |
| S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout |
| Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| I’m from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| I’m from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap |
| I’ma wear my wrist 'til I see a hunnid bands |
| Walk inside my trap house, all you see is pots and pans |
| I’ma pull the choppa out, make him do the Running Man |
| On the block, all I sold at least a hunnid thousand grand |
| I’m from the Cliff, where my niggas all on that trap shit |
| We don’t really fuck with niggas that be on that rap shit |
| Keep a strap, pull up on yo' block, and we clap shit |
| Niggas seen fifty thousand, take a look up at my wrist, bitch |
| Know my pockets fat, bitch |
| Know I got the sack, bitch |
| Know I got them racks, bitch |
| Know I keep a strap, bitch |
| Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss |
| And you know I keep them racks, bitch |
| S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout |
| Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| I’m from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap |
| Yeah I’m from the Cliff, ho |
| Where we rob and sell dope |
| Nigga, tell me what ya want |
| Nigga, hit my cellphone |
| Yeah I know I rap, ho |
| But I’m still trappin', ho |
| Need that pack? |
| Meet me at the blue sto' |
| Fuck that rap shit, I’ll still up that fuckin' pole |
| Got that flooded Rolex, and that bitch two-tone |
| I be high class dippin' with Margiela shoes on |
| Got yo' bitch watchin, 'cause she see these water jewels on |
| Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks |
| Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that |
| Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain’t no comin' back |
| I been flexin' so damn hard, man I should have a six pack |
| Talkin' hunnid band juug, man you know that I’m with that |
| Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me’ll get you wacked |
| Know my pockets fat, bitch |
| Know I got the sack, bitch |
| Know I got them racks, bitch |
| Know I keep a strap, bitch |
| Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss |
| And you know I keep them racks, bitch |
| S-Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' dark stout |
| Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| I’m from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| Actin' ass niggas that just know how to rap |
| Real street nigga, we ain’t worried 'bout no clout |
| I’m from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap |