​​no clout lyrics

[Chorus]
(1919)
(1919)
These hoes want my clout, these n*ggas want my stain (Yeah)
N-No, you not my slatt, get the f*ck out the way (Buh)
N-No, you not slime, get the f*ck out the way (Shoo)
These hoes wan' f*ck Zen, told the little b*tch, "Shoo!"
W-Way too high in this b*tch, I'm finna jump out the roof (Yeah)
I don't know that f*ck n*gga, we don't even got no rules
Hit that jugg on bro, I got to go back to roots

[Verse]
On top, on top, young Zen can't lose (Yuh)
I'm tryna' f*ck that b*tch, lil' hoe can keep them nudes (Yeah)
Bands touched down, got me geekin' (Geekin')
Two fans in this b*tch, gon' be leakin' (Buh)
I'm swerving that lane, not [?]
Tryna' slime me, f*ck n*gga, you tweakin'
Green pockets be like the Joker
I ain't cracking no jokes, face poker
W-Walk in this ho in my loaf—
These n*ggas they slack and they loafers
Number Nine jeans, Dover
b*tch tryna' come back, it's over
Shooting sh*t, green, floater
f*cked your b*tch, don't know her
[Chorus]
(1919)
(19-9-9-9-19)
These hoes want my clout, these n*ggas want my stain (Yeah)
N-No, you not my slatt, get the f*ck out the way (Buh)
N-No, you not slime, get the f*ck out the way (Shoo)
These hoes wan' f*ck Zen, told the little b*tch, "Shoo!"
Way too high in this b*tch, I'm finna jump out the roof
I don't know that f*ck n*gga, we don't even got no rules
Hit that jugg on bro, I got to go back to roots