Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

Gain Clout Lyrics by Young Thug.

[Hook/Chorus]
All of these young niggas killing each other
They tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that
The fuck is you talking about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the b—h inside of a Range, the way she sucking my c–k
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tabletop
I got the crop Chanel bag
I’m ’bout to go f–k up the block
Hop in out the Porsche and hopped out the Jag’ and jump out like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
Rain man, spray his a-s back n—a, blat, blat
My b—–s got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your b—h is almost fat, better stop playing ‘fore you get whacked
Money got me s——g like a laxative no comparing I ran up the racks
All of my b—–s are boujee and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
I told the b—h it wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and taking your cookie, call me Bernie

[Bridge]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad b—h, don’t play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, you’re just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat
I pop a wheelie, I f–k on a b—h like I’m banshee
Bought a Rolls Royce (?) smoking on (?)
I put a b—h on her back and I beat it like Hercules
How the f–k you let these rat n—-s go get them some cheese?
I had to send the car coming, I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancing, Chris Breezy
I go to Fendi and I got to (?), she coming from Greece
I don’t believe her
I think she Belize or from Middle East

[Hook/Chorus]
All of these young n—-s killing each other
They trying to just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said it
The f–k is you talking about
I had the d–k inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the b—h inside of a Range, the way she sucking my c–k
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tabletop
I got the crop Chanel bag
I’m ’bout to go f–k up the block
Hop in out the Porsche and hopped out the Jag’ and jump out like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the thots