PRIME by CLOUTXCLOUD Lyrics
(Intro: Clout)
Bitch I'm running up a check
I got this ice all on my neck
Bitch I'm flyer than the bird
I got this ice on my Patek
Bitch you lame, I can't go out without my tech
Once I fuck, she's only gonna expect a lil' text
(Verse 1: Clout)
Bitch I'm getting all these racks
I know I'm fucking from the back
I'm always running up a sack
Making hits just back to back
If y'all out here talking smack
In your face, I'll put my sack
Bitch I'm snapping like a cat
Measure my dick with a map
Bitch I'm smashing
Crashing
To the bank I'm cashin'
In the beamer
Yeah you'll see me passing(Yeah)
Feeling like a Crip
I got blues in my pocket
Only three months
We going up like a rocket
I'm going to the bank
Bitch I'm making a deposit
I hope you run up 'cause you know I always got it
(Verse 2: Cloud)
People talk shit, but they out like bedtime
They just wanna see me fallin' at the front line
She wear high heels and still think I'm fine
We ain't hangin' out, I gotta stay on my grind(Yeah)
If you ain't with the gang, you ain't worth my time
Thinking it's simple, no bitch I'm in my prime
We in the lab discovering some enzymes
You're girl left
Yes, bruh I'm the one to blame
Just doin' my job
You're bitch wanna claim
Just trynna fuck with you shawty, but you playin' a game
When it comes to rap, that's where y'all lack
Aye' we getting that bread
This shit finna smack
You're girl in my Dms calling me a snack
We making dough
So we running a pack
We putting these dudes on their back
We ain't getting slept on
I'm always awake
Yeah sure, Ima thank her
But she always bringing that cake
Life is good
We feeling like Drake
You're bitch fuck with me heavy
She a damn snake
You're girl calling me late
(Outro: Clout and Cloud)
Bitch I'm running up a check
I got this ice all on my neck
Bitch I'm flyer than the bird
I got this ice on my Patek
Bitch you lame, I can't go out without my tech
Once I fuck, she's only gonna expect a lil' text
People talk shit, but they out like bedtime
They just wanna see me fallin' at the front line
She wear high heels and still think I'm fine
We ain't hangin' out, I gotta stay on my grind(Yeah)
If you ain't with the gang, you ain't worth my time
Thinking it's simple, no bitch I'm in my prime
We in the lab discovering some enzymes
You're girl left
Yes, bruh I'm the one to blame
Just doin' my job
You're bitch wanna claim
Just trynna fuck with you shawty, but you playin' a game
When it comes to rap, that's where y'all lack
Aye' we getting that bread
This shit finna smack
You're girl in my Dms calling me a snack
We making dough
So we running a pack
We putting these dudes on their back
We ain't getting slept on
Bitch I'm running up a check
I got this ice all on my neck
Bitch I'm flyer than the bird
I got this ice on my Patek
Bitch you lame, I can't go out without my tech
Once I fuck, she's only gonna expect a lil' text
(Verse 1: Clout)
Bitch I'm getting all these racks
I know I'm fucking from the back
I'm always running up a sack
Making hits just back to back
If y'all out here talking smack
In your face, I'll put my sack
Bitch I'm snapping like a cat
Measure my dick with a map
Bitch I'm smashing
Crashing
To the bank I'm cashin'
In the beamer
Yeah you'll see me passing(Yeah)
Feeling like a Crip
I got blues in my pocket
Only three months
We going up like a rocket
I'm going to the bank
Bitch I'm making a deposit
I hope you run up 'cause you know I always got it
(Verse 2: Cloud)
People talk shit, but they out like bedtime
They just wanna see me fallin' at the front line
She wear high heels and still think I'm fine
We ain't hangin' out, I gotta stay on my grind(Yeah)
If you ain't with the gang, you ain't worth my time
Thinking it's simple, no bitch I'm in my prime
We in the lab discovering some enzymes
You're girl left
Yes, bruh I'm the one to blame
Just doin' my job
You're bitch wanna claim
Just trynna fuck with you shawty, but you playin' a game
When it comes to rap, that's where y'all lack
Aye' we getting that bread
This shit finna smack
You're girl in my Dms calling me a snack
We making dough
So we running a pack
We putting these dudes on their back
We ain't getting slept on
I'm always awake
Yeah sure, Ima thank her
But she always bringing that cake
Life is good
We feeling like Drake
You're bitch fuck with me heavy
She a damn snake
You're girl calling me late
(Outro: Clout and Cloud)
Bitch I'm running up a check
I got this ice all on my neck
Bitch I'm flyer than the bird
I got this ice on my Patek
Bitch you lame, I can't go out without my tech
Once I fuck, she's only gonna expect a lil' text
People talk shit, but they out like bedtime
They just wanna see me fallin' at the front line
She wear high heels and still think I'm fine
We ain't hangin' out, I gotta stay on my grind(Yeah)
If you ain't with the gang, you ain't worth my time
Thinking it's simple, no bitch I'm in my prime
We in the lab discovering some enzymes
You're girl left
Yes, bruh I'm the one to blame
Just doin' my job
You're bitch wanna claim
Just trynna fuck with you shawty, but you playin' a game
When it comes to rap, that's where y'all lack
Aye' we getting that bread
This shit finna smack
You're girl in my Dms calling me a snack
We making dough
So we running a pack
We putting these dudes on their back
We ain't getting slept on