(Intro)


(Hook)
Lets Get it (x9)
Clout Lord (x10)
Carlito Car-car-car-car-carlito
Carlito Car-car-carlito, carlito
00, lil ho, 00, 00
00, lil ho, 00, 00, 00

(verse)
Trappin' CloutLord ain't nobody fucking with me
Ain't a n***a in the world put fear in me
But a whole lot of n***as that feel me
Coz I only keep the real killers round me
Middle fingers to the critics try to down me
And I wish a n***a would try to clown me
I turn to a hunter like bounty
N***as bleed the same blood just like I bleed
I be smoking ODee til I can't breathe
All I wear is designer, that shit ain't cheap
She still got the tag that I don't need
In the van smoking rounds when I'm on me
If you think that I'm sweet, run up on me
9 times out of 10 I got it on me
R.I.P to my dead lil homies
Ill take you to war like Tony
Finnessin' & Flexin' the plug
My heart like a system to judge
We robbin the n***as that think they be flexin
& take all of their money and drugs
Who got? who got? all the money
Who got all the clout?
Who got all the guns?
For K.I. & Tunechi blowing rounds
(hook)