Clout by TJ Miller Lyrics

Yeah, you already know man
It's your boy, TJ
Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it
Let these legends holla at ya, TIP
(Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank

400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
Come and kick it with a west side nigga
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
All day thumbing through the check my nigga
Boy you broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
I pull up on your set and makе a mess little nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around thе neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, Master Presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
I said Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom
Big faced Rollie take up half my arm
Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
All gold scale, that's my magic box
Got the soft, my nigga
Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right there