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JS x YD - Clout (Music Video) | @MixtapeMadness
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JS x YD
JS x YD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JS x YD
JS x YD
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Me13
Me13
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(When the mandem jump in the dingdong, no bluetooth, bro, turn up the radio)
(ME13)
(The dot-dot heat him up like 2Pac, man abuse that if they run they mouth)
[Verse 2]
I swear that these yutes are dying for clout (Pussies)
More time I don't give no reaction, send my young boy to come run in your house (Where's the grub at?)
These broke yutes wanna bitch and tussle, this shit ain't a scuffle, I'm airing you out (Air it out)
The dot-dot heat him up like 2Pac, man abuse that if they run they mouth (Stop talkin')
Some new plate, 21 gangsters wan' talk bad but your trap's on drought (That's dead)
I'll spin this ride like a snapback, don't backchat to get bun in your mout' (Bun, bun)
YD, I don't run them games, pull up and wreck it, my name ain't Ralph (Wreck it)
Still step out the yard, man flex, I tuck the nine next when I'm leaving my 'ouse (Tuck that)
J Smoke double clutch that whip and he ragged that bitch, made the gears fall out (Skrt)
On the 179, back wheel it, I'm concealing a spring ting in my pouch (One wheel)
And we don't ever worry 'bout flattery, step on the gas, dash Jake boys out (Fuck the jakes)
If I pull up like jeepers creepers, know the screen, just watch them screamers shout
Man hang out the ride with a flint, light up the flame, watch it spark (Light it up)
And if they try bring out the chopper, I hit top gear like I'm Stig in the car (Top gear)
They got bro bro locked on the landing, ah shh shh, out they chinged this clart (Wet him)
I never really thought about music so it's crazy how I made it this far (It's mad)
I still slap this one on the mains, I'll do shit bait, I don't give two fucks (You know me)
Them boy already know my face, they see me walk past and they don't talk up (Pussies)
Underrated legend like Cadet, Cadet, my ex girl call me a slut
True say I didn't give her no closure, fucked her best friend, mash the pum pum up (Mash it up)
I sit back, reminisce 'bout the past, I'm tryna live large and run up my pesos (Run it up)
These **** ain't seen no racks, I really dropped four on my block, that's fuego
I buss that shot by the Costa, spot me a cop car, run like Diego (I'm cuttin')
Run, sprint, dash, when you see the undies pull up in plainclothes (When you see the undies pull up in plainclothes)
[Verse 3]
Three double O and I'm on the back man, hop off the back and back my shank (Ching)
**** love talk 'til I pull up at gaffs, posted, passenger seat with a wap (Yeah)
My man got bored in his hat for the chat, bad man we don't take no chat (No we don't)
When we spin this coupe, let me slap this twat, YD to my right, my slime, my slatt (My bro)
Everything's moving mad cah I'm in the demand and I'm movin' packs
Pattern that spot, I ain't losin' that, back the dot dot, I'm abusin' that (Bun, bun)
Big man, who you screwing at? Best fix that face or I'll ruin that
Slapped off blanks, who you shootin' at? I never knew a man could shoot like that (Dickhead)
Like, fuck it, I love it, JS done done it, you should've seen the way that I swung it (Swing that, swing that)
Civilians sayin' "That does it", I'm bootin' his head on the mains tryna buss it (Buss it)
My ex girls kept on fussin', just hold this suttin, see opps are up it (Hold it)
Bro holdin' a dots and I done him, I would've took a life but he kept on runnin'
Like Rambos twinnin' like Zack and Cody, brodie, fool say ya bad, come show me
I don't need chip or a buss down Rolly, you know me, wind down the windows slowly
Lock my shoulders, lean back then let go (Bow)
**** got robbed for his Ps, come get your cash back, but it ain't from Tesco
Big boy wap in my side, tryna let go (Bow, bow)
[Verse 4]
When the mandem jump in the dingdong, no bluetooth, bro, turn up the radio (Turn it up)
Press gas, I just seen them plainclothes, straight backroads, we don't know 'bout a main road (Press that)
Reload and the green was lame, can't complain, got that for change though (Ha)
Demon time when the gangdem say so, smile on my face when I heard that case closed
Round of applause when she lets that clap
Bad bitch throw it back for the gang and yes it claps back when I tell her to clap (You know)
And you don't know nothing 'bout trap, your line don't ring and your batch is brass
(You don't know nothing 'bout trap, your line don't ring and your batch is brass, pussy)
Written by: JS x YD
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