Dee Watkins
Clout Chasers
[Intro]
Yeah
Lil' Dee
Gang
Hold up
Gang (Ayy, uh)

[Verse 1]
Fuck how they feelin' I'm chillin', uh
I'm with the robbers and villains, uh
We put his face on a t-shirt
Since he want clout and attention, uh
Twenty racks stuffed in my denims, uh
My bitch a ten with no filter, uh
We like to pull up in person, uh
They like to pull up on Twitter, ayy
They like, "That lil' n***a fresh as a bitch"
I'll take your ho in some regular shit
Look at my teeth and my neck and my wrist
Damn, I ain't think I was ready for this
Smoke got shot, I'll never forget
He got me ready to step on some shit
It could be a hundred degrees outside with a sweatеr
I still ain't sweatin' a bitch, ayy

[Interlude]
Huh? (What it is?) Nah (Yeah)
Nah (Gang), I'm that lil' n***a for real in rеal life (N***a, you know what the fuck it is, man)
Not just on the internet, you feel me? (Real Florida shit, they know what it is, like, in real life we really live like that)
They know what it is (We really thuggin' on and off the internet, these n***as be talkin' crazy)
This that Florida shit (Fuck be wrong with 'em?), ayy, ayy (Real Florida sh—)
[Verse 2]
Walk in the show with that stick in my jacket
I'm that lil' n***a for real, I ain't braggin'
N***as be actin' like Angela Basset
I heard a opp got chopped, that's tragic
This a Backwood to the face, can't pass it
She can suck dick all day, she nasty
N***as be flaggin' and actin' and cappin'
Ballin' too hard, I got kicked out of practice
Look at my life and how far I done came
Look how they hate and throw salt on my name
Why he keep askin' how much was my chain?
Damn, all this money gon' drive me insane
I be with steppers, we don't get on planes
I don't like rappers 'cause n***as be lame
Runnin' shit up, I'm ahead of the game
Fuck the industry I'm never gon' tame, n***a

[Interlude]
Lil' Dee
Uh
Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?)
Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?) Huh? (What?)

[Verse 3]
I hop on the beat and go crazy
Go get some money, you lazy
I ain't never let a bitch play me
Glock G4, no safety
I don't wanna fuck, just face, please
Nappy headed jit like KD
SRT couldn't race me
These broke-ass n***as don't faze me, gang
[Outro]
I would just talk my shit, ayy
I would just pop my shit, ayy
I would just talk my— hold up
I would just talk my—
I would just talk my shit