Clouted Up

By Quadeca

Released on March 23, 2018

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[Intro]

YUNG DRIPP


[Hook]

Bitch, I'm clouted up, bitch, I'm clouted up, ayy

I get my numbers up, gotta add 'em up, ayy

Until I get it, I ain't never packin' up, yeah

And they all comin' for my blood like Dracula, ayy


[Verse 1]

Okay, so all my clothes is Japanese, I wear it casually

And I'm a killer on the mic, might cause a couple casualties

And all I'm needin' is a beat to make your fuckin' salary

Man, I said fuck the peanut gallery, I got a fuckin' allergy

Trappin' out my PayPal, make it Friends and Family

Now I'm so hot, I need some oven mitts, ain't safe to handle me

Now I make my checks from Spotify, they pay me handsomely

I got the mic up to my brain to help maintain my sanity, okay

So, everybody 'round me, they been wasting my time, ayy

Pull up to the functions, see they face when I rhyme, ayy

Everyone's a critic on my case all the time

Do it by myself, I don't need a way to get signed


[Hook]

Bitch, I'm clouted up, yeah, I'm clouted up, ayy

I get my numbers up, gotta add 'em up, ayy

Until I get it, I ain't never packin' up, no

And they all comin' for my blood like Dracula, ayy


[Verse 2]

Okay, I'm backin' this, not maskin' shit, now everybody wanna go package shit

I don't give a fuck, you know I'm abstinent, I'ma fuck the whole game up on accident

Wait a minute, shit, I'm too passionate, so they stand up for my anthems, no Kaepernick

'Member when they used to all laugh at this, now they hit me up like, "What the fuck's happenin'?" (Okay) (YUNG DRIPP)

Ayy, I had to sacrifice a lot of sleep

Because a lot of people want a lot from me (Ayy)

Yeah, standing in the way of who I wanna be

Now random strangers recognize me when I cross the street


[Hook]

Ayy, I'm clouted up, yeah

I get my numbers up, gotta add 'em up, ayy

Until I get it, I ain't never packin' up, no

And they all comin' for my blood like Dracula, ayy, ayy


[Bridge]

Ayy, had a cop a Ford just to focus, ayy

You know I was pourin' when I wrote this, ayy

I got too torn, I was hopeless

Now it's all black Foreigns, like the POTUS


[Outro]

Ayy, I'm clouted up, yeah

Get my numbers up, gotta add 'em up, yeah, ayy

Ayy, I'm clouted up, yeah

Get my numbers up, gotta add 'em up, yeah, ayy