เนื้อเพลง Gain Clout - Young Thug

All of these young n*ggas killin' each other
They tryna just Gain Clout
How you gon' lie, just say that I said that
The f*ck is you talkin' about?
I had the d*ck inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the b*tch inside of a Range, the way she s*ckin' my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank
And put it on your tater tots
I got the crop Chanel bag, I'm 'bout to go f*ck up the block
Hop in the Porsche then hopped out the Jag'
And jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots

Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
RayVac, spray his ass back n*gga, blat, blat
My b*tches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your b*tch is almost fat, better stop playin' 'fore you get whacked
Money got me sh*ttin' like a laxative, no comparin', I ran up the racks
All of my b*tches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his 'lac
I told the b*tch that wasn't my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and takin' your cookie, call me Bernie

Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad b*tch, don't play the radio, Greg Street

Dead meat, know you're just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
I pop a wheelie, I f*ck on a b*tch like I'm Banshee (brrt)
Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin' on whammy
I put the b*tch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah)
How the f*ck you let these rat n*ggas go get them some cheese? (Hah)
I had to send the car comin', I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin', Chris Breezy
I go to Finland and I got a tall breezy comin' from Greece
I don't believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

All of these young n*ggas killin' each other
They tryna just gain clout
How you gon' lie, just say that I said that
The f*ck is you talkin' about?
I had the d*ck inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the b*tch inside of a Range, the way she s*ckin' my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank
And put it on your tater tots
I got the crop Chanel bag, I'm 'bout to go f*ck up the block
Hop in the Porsche then hopped out the Jag'
And jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil' bitty bags all over all of the dots