Letras
Stop trynna sell niggas CDs
Nigga put your shit on Spotify
I'm not holding a CD, nigga
I'm at the beach, nigga. The fuck?
I move quicker than black darts adrenaline
Lotta rappers is femine, you fucking with the best like the women that I be swimming in
A lot of shit is a hated, a lot of shit gets debated
These people fuck with my music, remember they used to hate
And uh, I'm here to stay, I'm at they ass like a shit stain
Couple motherfuckers only know me by my nickname
I'm not a star, somebody lied
They be asking me for verses while I'm serving them fries
And they be asking me for features, I ain't giving em jack
These niggas saying that I'm rude I'm just giving em facts
I'm on the grind like a slow jam, cold as a snowman
Lesson number one, time waits for no man
You waste time, hit clubs, and date dimes
I be in the booth beating beats like hate crimes
I be in the booth ripping track like cat fights
You say you wanna rap but are you ready for the rap life?
I got the horns playin'
I got the crowd swayin'
I got the dudes hatin'
I got the girls faintin'
I got the crowd rockin'
I got your girl jockin'
It don't matter, it's the Clique
We got the show stoppin'
I got the horns playin'
I got the crowd swayin'
I got the dudes hatin'
I got the girls faintin'
I got the crowd rockin'
I got your girl jockin'
It don't matter, it's the Clique
We got the show stoppin'
I go to work bring the cubical
This is murder on wax, I'm pennin' every funeral
Boasting with the braggin' I'm baggin' bitches that's beautiful
And shittin' on these niggas, I tell em bring out the urinals
So piss off, get lost, I'm balling, see the quick toss
Hanging with the meals like I took a deal from Rick Ross
Loungin' with the Latin mami, lip soft with lip gloss
And curves out of this world so when I slam it's like a hip toss