Clout Demons Lyrics – Nine Vicious
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I’m with yo—, yeah)
(I’m with young Ahmad in this ***, man)
This clout *** like a drug, all these hoes want it (***, what?)
I know I *** up (Say what?), I admit I was horny (***, ignorin’ a ***)
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important (What you talkin’ ’bout, ***?)
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important (Let’s go)
Damn, all that lyin’ on X (*** that ***, yeah)
I didn’t even want that *** (Yeah), I just sent her a text (I just sent her, woah, I just sent her)
Hurt your friend, beat up, sit back and I flex (Yeah, let’s go)
I’ll hurt your friend, beat up, sit back and I flex (And what?)
In the grand room, had your lil’ *** in her bag (Let’s go)
I don’t even want that ho, she want me, my pockets fat (What?)
I don’t like how she act, she go Chrome Heart on her leg, woah (Wee)
I just pulled up, yeah, I got Chrome Heart on my chest (Oh)
I can’t double back, I’m still screamin’, “*** my ex-ho” (Let’s go, *** her)
This clout *** like a drug, all these hoes want it (***, what?)
I know I *** up (Say what?), I admit I was horny (***, ignorin’ a ***)
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important (What you talkin’ ’bout, ***?)
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important (Let’s go, woah, woah)
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important
*** tryna go up, they mad I’m so important
I’ll bang a *** ***, I’ll bang your life (What the ***, ***?)
I’ll bang a *** ***, I’ll *** his wife (What?)
I don’t give a *** ’bout none of this ***, I got guns with pipes, huh (***, ***)
I don’t give a *** ’bout none of this ***, I keep guns on sight (Say what?)
Niggas be ***, they believe the hype (Woah)
I’m in this *** and I’m *** like a kite (Let’s go)
Took me an Addy, I can’t spend the night (What?)
Took me an Addy (What?), I can’t sleep at night
Tall-ass racks and it measure my height (Say what? What?)
Tall-ass racks when I measure my height (Woah)
I beat up that ***, I know that it’s tight (Beat up, beat up, beat up, beat up), yeah, I know that it’s tight
I beat up that ***, I know that it’s tight (Beat up, beat up, beat up, beat up), yeah, I know that it’s tight
I came in this *** and I keep me a fire (Keep me a fire), on God, I keep me a fire (Slatt)
What you think you know? (Woah) You don’t even know me, bro (What?)
What you think you on? (On nothin’) You ain’t on ***, lil’ bro (You ain’t even know that)
You ain’t on nothin’ (You don’t know nothin’)
I’m finna go and tour with slime, on God, I’m havin’ them racks (Haha, niggas crazy, yeah, I’m havin’ them racks)
(I’m with yo—, yeah)
Give away my edges, I know I’m fine, on God, I’m so cunt (I’m with young Ahmad in this ***, man)
I’m like, “How she shake that ass?” on God, I’m spinnin’ to *** this (On God, yeah)
Yeah, I’m callin’ my motherfuckin’ shooter, on God, we smoke him like Runtz (***)
Smoke that boy, gon’ smoke that boy, say what?
***, ***, woah, woah (Yeah, slatt)
Yeah, yeah