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clout race - krishu lyrics

[sample: adam22 of nojumper]
aye
who’s this, kri-krishu?
let’s observe:

[intro]
aye, b-tch i’m really with that
i’m from the bay we keep em with-that’s
2300, btr
aye, aye, aye
krishu, krishu, krishu

[pre-hook]
i just want the old-school caddy with the paint on candy
and the range its matte black
boy, you start to play, get whacked back
don’t pull up in the bay, you’ll get snapped at
desert camo on the jeep, like mad max
i don’t do sh-t for free, where the racks at?
yeah, pay your lil fee get them tracks man
want a pink sv just to slap cam

[hook]
i want the lamb, it’s a clout race
homies shoot like the scenes and the outtakes
clothes from j-pan it’s a clout race
my voice make a b-tch do about face
i want the porsche, it’s a clout race
blunts with the fours, it’s a clout race
swear i don’t care less its bout paper
big baller, lonzo my favorite laker

[verse 1]
aye, aye, and i’m back in this b-tch, with the soldiers and sh-t, and they grabbing the clips
tell em have at, go and snip
not a cat nap, end yo sh-t
you gon’ be a fan of the twix, how we breaking from hips, beyblade “let it rip!”
you, don’t want war with this clique
never love a hoe, never love a b-tch
2-3 til i die, btr too
hold heat, make brodie hit r2
gang steady guzzle gas like a car do
want old benz coupes, f-ck a carpool
shout sam, remember he used to wear em bucket hats
only count my racks by the duffle bag
only snack on the finest of truffle, man
if you bout yo issue? we can rumble, man
17, but i smoke by the 28
by 21 i’m tryna see every state
thank god for my voice, that’ my dinner plate
need a new rolls royce, with some minute maid
that’s gotta be dirty, if you know me
b-tch it’s krishu the bear, like smokey
little bit of this, little bit of that, aye
alvin strapped up, like a minute man, aye
not the texaco, i live at the gas station
bougie b-tch think i’m a bag station
opps get spotted like a dalmatian
i only fear god, and d-mnation
got these hoes screaming like a pop show
only slap mac dre and chris fotso
only slap trunks and my brother kamo
you gone jump if spenny go rambo
krishu!

[verse 2]
aye, pull up in a tank, like a blastoise
unload through yo whip, crash noise
pretend like you don’t, but you heard of me
can’t kick sh-t, black belt, third degree
steve jobs we got macs, .40 turn you splat
preston pack what i blow, and i’ll never rat
rather die by the gat, than love a hoe
black wraith like a bat, fill it up with dro
and i’ll ride for zaq, cuz he’ll never fold
and they love and trust me, cuz i never told
lil krishu b-tch, wrist fiji
og cookies got my eyes on green screen
tryna link up with kamo on peachtree
love the boy so i get it for the free-free
you mad, i finessed you, boo-hoo
whole gang gone shoot, like a newscrew
if you think you better, got a loose screw
make a foreign tail whip, like a mew-two
who knew lil krishu gone do this
new whip, you just worried bout a new tint
new wrist, and i got it off the blue strips
blew this and i got it back in two min
lil krishu and i’m ballin’ like i’m kobe
finna get a model b-tch, like naomi, ahh!
getting paid for this sh-t, i need more weed
from the land where our legend is 40
mean i’m from the bay, we gon function
told bern, if they hate then, bun dem
these hoes fake, i never loved them
count my money with a rake, got bunches
shouts trunks, “yokahama dreams” out now
gon cop new tires, i got clout now
b-tch!
krishu!

[outro + beat switch]
aye, aye
i might just sing on this sh-t like carti, aye
diamonds vvs, i got em dasani, aye
might just sing on this sh-t, i might just cop me new wrist
aye, aye, fotso might sing on this sh-t
aye, aye, call up trunks whippin em’ bricks
aye, aye, kamo might sing on this sh-t
my whole crew getting rich, it’s lil krishu in this b-tch

[sample: adam22 of nojumper]
alright, that was pretty good
i enjoyed that
that was a pretty high quality tune
(yeah, that was pretty good-)

- krishu lyrics

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