[Intro: Wooski]
Let's get it, gang shit
Shout out to the gang, man
R.I.P. and free my niggas, man (FBG, man, Clout Boyz shit)
All that there, bitch, gang
[Chorus: Wooski]
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
[Verse 1: Wooski]
Y'all ran out of luck (Fuck the opps)
Shooters wilding in them cuts, me and my gang be going nuts (Tooka Gang, turn up)
Shout out Cray Cray, CashOut, and my broski Duck (Foe 'nem)
And bitch, you must be from Halsted if you think you gon' get cuffed (Silly bitch, gang)
All that shit you talk to me, boy, it's a bluff (You ain't getting no bread)
Can't never lack in Chiraq, my boys too rough (There go them killers)
Pull up on your bitch, I'm like, "What up?" (Skrt skrt, skrt skrt, skrt skrt, get down)
They scared to post on their block, we let guns fuss (Glah, glah, grah)
[Verse 2: 15-12 Budd]
They call me Jaro City Budd, nigga
Ruger with that thirty-three, we send them slugs, nigga
Tutu Gang, nigga, we don't show no love (TTG)
We hit your block all-black with the gloves (With them gloves)
Wet his pussy-ass up like a tub (He wet)
All you seen was a puddle of blood (Damn, he leaking)
Now, me and Wooski and [?] throwing dubs (Fuck up a check)
We fuck the check up, then we might rob the plug (Give it here)
[Chorus: Wooski]
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
[Verse 3: Electrik]
One big strap and a two-seater
I don't do lean, but my niggas drink by the liter
That's why these boys mad, 'cause they gotta pay for a feature
I don't do tricking, only thing I pay for is sneakers (Uh)
I love my bitch, I'll never say, "I don't love these hoes" (Yeah)
I be shining for diamonds, keep a yellow bitch just to match my gold (Just to match my gold)
On the grind, you can tell how the paper stack and fold (Uh)
That's real nigga shit 'til the casket closed
[Verse 4: VA The Mobster]
Yeah, we got 'em mad as fuck (Uh, yeah)
Approach me wrong, I'm letting the pistols bust (Bah)
And trust
Nigga, you fucking with Gs, not fucking with thugs (Uh, yeah)
Really 'bout that action (Uh-huh)
And all of my niggas, we really be packing (We packing)
And subtracting
All these fake-ass, flaw-ass niggas that really be acting (Uh, yeah)
All that gutter gutter shit that you talking 'bout
Nigga, it ain't gon' make you last that long (Unh-uh)
'Cause shawty be good with the chrome
Bringing that pressure right to your home (Uh, yeah)
Really 'bout that bread, though
But strapped with them choppers just like commandos (Commandos)
This game get greasy (Huh)
And when it does, I'm letting the things go
[Chorus: Wooski]
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
Bitch, we clouted up
Bitch, we clouted up
I guess that's why they mad at us
I guess they mad at us
Smoking Keta, counting up
Smoking Keta, counting up
Blood Money in this double cup
In a double cup
