Ouch!

(álbum: Clout Tokens - 2018)

I heard y'all want that heavy shit
Aye, yuh, what, aye, aye

Fuck a job
Rather fuck a bitch
Billy with the shit, I just pulled up with my clip, aye
Gang shit, yuh
Smoke then we dip
Fuck [?]
I might put you in a ditch
Fuck that bitch til I got nauseous
Too many whips, better hit Craigslist
Ride around town like a fucking tourist
Two bad bitches, and they asking for a pick, aye

Real shit, brr
Real fucking shit (real shit)
Real shit
Real fucking shit (what)
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch, aye
Real shit
Real fucking shit (real shit)
Real shit
Real fucking shit
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch

Don't wait now
Higher than a motherfucking kite now
If she do not like me than that bitch must be a dyke now
Thirty-thousand in my bag just for fun, aye
Milf hoes dancing when they hear that bass drum
Fuck with me baby, lil Billy go dumb, yuh
I got all the bass up and out your sis tongue
Drop-top Beemer whipping corners like a bum
The fucking G.O.A.T., they say I'm the chosen one

Real shit, brr
Real fucking shit (real shit)
Real shit
Real fucking shit (what)
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch, aye
Real shit
Real fucking shit (real shit)
Real shit
Real fucking shit
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch
You can't get all this money, acting like a lil bitch, aye