The Clique

[Hook x2: Sir Michael Rocks (Tris J)] It’s like what’s that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique [Verse 1: Casey Veggies] It’s Young Veggies My plans right my funds ready I say my name, she can take that in Never forget it, it’s engraved in her brain Bend it over, back it up That cool kid put it in the bag I ride flows and revive hoes Dream big, my mind blown Fuck with the clique this rap shit a lick All my niggas on girl gon' take your pick Every time they come through they always takin’ pics Like hold up, we can do that later I realized and I thought about it Like why even rap about your haters? I love y’all, I trust y’all I’ll probly never get enough y’all I came here, my chucks on That west side connection I shine hard, you know this Put time in, I’m focused Girl you can get it by the ocean So smooth in these Pro Tools Life like photo shoots I know you see me doing my thing [Hook x2] It’s like what’s that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique [Verse 2: Tris J] I bust a P down, slang motherfucker, slang I got your girl givin’ me brain on cocaine I chef the gas salad, dressing propane A little baby greens mixed with romaine I’m feelin’ gnarly in these Cartis with the wooden frames Michael got the buffies, know that he probly feelin’ the same Pretty glasses see pretty asses, hoes flock in pretty masses Niggas tryin’ to be like Tris, need to pay for these 3D glasses Can’t swerve in my lane though, 'less you into crashes Cost for you to swag here and you know we taxin’ Mobbin’ with the clique, got your bitch lookin’ sick I’m a silky ass player with some pimpin’ ass spit [Hook x2] It’s like what’s that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I'm ‘bout that bust that paper down You already know my favorite sound And they tried to stop me on some label shit But now I’m more swank - more paid This lame ass nigga try to throw shade Back then you could’ve been so paid I’m flyin’ by in that Porsche A ounce of dope in that North Face My ex girls, we missin’ them Like Shorty K and them court dates I’m on the move, love my fam I’m uncle Luke, fuck Uncle Sam I’m glad to see my vision grow better than the original This molly got me trippin’ mane Everything just went digital Tryin’ to put you on my team, bitch Seein’ you pass the physical I want it, I see it, I need it, I gain it And all of it happened This is the team, if you tryna get cream You should probly follow the captain [Hook x2] It’s like what’s that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique) Come fuck with the clique