Clout lyrics

[Intro: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*tches talking
(f*ck what these b*tches talking 'bout)
f*ck what b*tches talking

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
b*tch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch, f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl]
New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you
Ain’t no comin' back n*gga once I am off you
Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets
It’s the famous thousands of likes on my pics
Hot b*tch straight up out of Mactown
Super flexer better check my background b*tch
I’m the showstopper of the party
Real ass, real hair, real life Barbie b*tch
I’m the showstopper of the party
f*ck him then I get some money like Cardi
You n*ggas got the nerve, ooh, wee
I got that high class coochie, call it Gucci
[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*tches talking 'bout
f*ck what b*tches talking
b*tch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch, f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout

[Verse 2: Blaatina]
Show them b*tches, me and Stunna do 'em dirty
Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry
I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries
f*ck these hoes, b*tch I do not want your n*gga
Intimidate me b*tch, you funny, know my pockets bigger
I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger
Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers
b*tches, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk
What’s bracking, lil' b*tch, we will slide right on yo block
This sh*t for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock
[Verse 3: Stunna Girl & Blaatina]
n*gga, all you do is eat my pus*y and get on my nerves
You b*tches is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds
You b*tches is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking di*k
I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich
b*tch, my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat
These b*tches capping, they ain’t even from no f*cking streets
I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street b*tch
I passed everybody that said I wouldn’t be sh*t
Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door, and b*tch, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses
f*cking followers you got, b*tch, can you ride a di*k?
Bring that b*tch around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his di*k
Talking on the internet, b*tch that sh*t will get you shot
My killers don’t have IG’s b*tch, they posted on the block
b*tch, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out
Counting so much f*cking money that I’m f*cking losing count
b*tch, I’m f*cking losing, counting so much f*cking money, I’m f*cking losing count

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what b*tches talking 'bout
f*ck what b*tches talking
b*tch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t I got the clout
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch you see who run this sh*t
b*tch, f*ck what b*tches talking 'bout
b*tch, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout
[Outro: Stunna Girl]
b*tch you see who running sh*t
b*tch you see who running sh*t
b*tch you see who running sh*t
b*tch you see who running sh*t
b*tch I got the f*cking clout
Counting so much f*cking money, b*tch I’m f*cking losing count