Clintn Lord Ay! Caramba (feat. SAINt JHN & Kyle The Hooligan)
[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]
Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)
My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a f..ckin' yacht (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up
[Verse 1: Clint'n Lord]
I'm too young to have my richess
You don't trap, you don't get it (Nah)
F..ck the world, birth Clint'n
You're a rapper, you don't live it
I'm too young to have these bitches
I'm too young to have these bitches
I'm too young to have these bitches
I'm too young to have these bitches
I'm too young to be that nigga
I'm too young to be that nigga
I'm too young to be ambitious
I'm too young to say "Fuck ya'll"
I'm too young to be that nigga
Why you wanna' be that nigga?
I'm too young to have this stress
I'm too young to have the world
Used to all to be a trapper, niggas hungry doesn't matter
Keep a chopper, run up in, I'm a goddamn demon
How they threw some to Christina, 50-50 with the Nina
People call me a genius, got a bunch of niggas with me
I'm too young to be like Jesus, kiss eachother when I'm with it
Lot of bitches when I'm winnin', they say "Clint'n is you with it?"
I'm too young to f..cking hit it, I'm too young to f..cking hit it
Everyone's sellin' they soul, who want a mouth full of gold
[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]
Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)
My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a f..ckin' yacht (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up
[Verse 2: SAINt JHN]
All of my niggas, the f..ck do you know?
You only know me from flippin' the floor
I was up there with the trappers and scavengers
Stand on the corner and flippin' the door
I've been out here with the cameras and Canons and scannin'
My nigga just watch your approach
Say at the boss, thotties and 40's
Let's get it come in and make me a toast
Pull up in a dry, that shit might be polkadot
Gucci down the socks, Rolex so you know to watch
You know I'm the one, gotta' spend it while you're young
Boy I just begun, she like cum and bubblegum
You that nigga, if them bitches down, they stay there
I'm that nigga, might send a good girl 10 bands over PayPal
Gotta' know what I'm on though
Know a nigga been real from the start to the outro
Nigga ballin' like [?]
If you love me baby-girl gotta shoot me with your [?]
Nigga don't know what I'm 'bout
Gold teeth like I come from the sub now
You look like you in a drug debt
I'ma [?] keepin' count though
Keep no f..ck-shit around me
I might just buy the shit the hard ways
[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]
Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)
My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a f..ckin' yacht (Ya, ya)
Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)
Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)
Yeah my time to turn up
[Verse 3: Kyle The Hooligan]
Ridin' 'round in a foreign, shit wasn't even mine
Hotbox a 100 times, all that nigga know is crime
I swear the god I ain't lyin, never could stop wildin'
Niggas wanted all this beef, 'til these niggas started dyin'
Your bitch f..cked me 'cause I'm 'bout it yeah
Your bitch f..cked me 'cause I'm so lit yeah
Your bitch f..cked me 'cause she know it yeah
Pullin' up with the xans, they in the Coca Cola can
Your bitch know who I am
Drivin', can't even stand, poppin' out at these bands
Pull up at up-n-down, Papa Sissy was the [Darby]
Say he swaggin', nigga hardly
She in my face told her partly
I walk in, they surround me
Mobbin' deep like a army
Drinkin' lean, color up on me
Attire, black, like a sharpie
My bitch lookin' like a barbie
The crowd feedin' when they saw me
Lookin' for the baddest bitches
You's a hoe for my riches
I want the head sendin' kisses
I f..cked the bitch in my K-Swiss
I'm poppin' it, you can't do this
I said, I'm poppin' it, you can't do this