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' nigga 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' nigga for real in rеal life (Nigga, 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 niggas 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' nigga for real, I ain't braggin' Niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas be lame Runnin' shit up, I'm ahead of the game Fuck the industry I'm never gon' tame, nigga [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 niggas 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