Clique

Every beat you know I own
Why the fuck you hit my phone?
You know I do this alone
Fuck you and your dumbass clone
I'm boutta hit a fucking lick, ay
My mind is sick, yuh
Hit you with a brick, ay
Run out real quick

Fuck shurta, they aint know shit
Why the fuck they trynna catch my whole damn clique?
Pull up unexpected, yuh, they aint fucking slick
Pull up here again I'mma hit 'em with a stick

I said fuck shurta, let's start a chant
I don't give a fuck if you claim that you can't
I'mma keep going nigga, I'm a power plant
Look at you through the scope, stop the fucking rant

Fuck shurta, they aint know shit
Why the fuck they trynna catch my whole damn clique?
Pull up unexpected, yuh, they aint fucking slick
Pull up here again I'mma hit 'em with a stick

I got flow, bitch I know
Mixing up the fucking dough
Wintertime i'll be cold
Talking smack, you'll get fold
All outta gas, 'cause it's sold
Inhale the chlorofoam, you are controlled

Fuck shurta, they aint know shit
Why the fuck they trynna catch my whole damn clique?
Pull up unexpected, yuh, they aint fucking slick
Pull up here again I'mma hit 'em with a stick

All alone, I feel my soul
Shisha with the coal
I don't know my goal
In my brain I got a hole
Smoking the bowl
You're a fucking a mole
I don't fuck with you 'cause you seem like a troll

Fuck shurta, they aint know shit
Why the fuck they trynna catch my whole damn clique?
Pull up unexpected, yuh, they aint fucking slick
Pull up here again I'mma hit 'em with a stick

I go fast like im sonic, yuh
Drink the gin and tonic, ay
I know I'm iconic, yuh
Your pain will be chronic, uh

Be the same, that shit's lame
Who are we are to blame?
With my name, comes no shame
I'm waiting for the fame

Fuck shurta, they aint know shit
Why the fuck they trynna catch my whole damn clique?
Pull up unexpected, yuh, they aint fucking slick
Pull up here again I'mma hit 'em with a stick



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Writer(s): Phillip Voss
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