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[Hook]
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique clique
I’m T Raww young nig*a I’m the sh*t
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t

I said ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique clique,
Young money motherf*cker we the sh*t
I be the sh*t, we be the sh*t, I am the sh*t

[Verse 1]
I ball out like the San Diego Padres
TGIF, thank God it’s Friday
Smokey Friday, so high might fly away
Competition’s small so I live big like Tom Hanks

Big bang, 22, ni*ga don’t believe in King
Tried everything from sellin’ weed to counterfeit
Counterclockwise, clockwise
Now we countin’ hits

Superfreak b*tches made a milli off a porno flick
Good ni*ga, clean d*ck
F*ck her right she’ll call again
I ain’t got time for modelin’

Show up lookin’ how your pictures did
B*tch, no call to nig*as, but we at the Ritz,
Super duper fly nig*a so they bug me for a flick
Get it? Flick, flick, choppers on the hip

Make a band, chop a drum clip, I’m T.I. with this
Too ill to reheal or fix son a ni*ga eclipse
Hotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance
A star b*tch you the realest, I’m a realist

Father, son, holy spirit
‘Cause I brought the ghost with me
Let’s toast to the Rolls I driven
You could live in
She give me clit and my clique winnin’
Bank murder up in this

[Verse 2]
I got a fuckin’ problem
Baby on me like a toddler
Keep my phone on silent
Vibrate, make that a*s shake like a violin

College girls on me while you press like Dilan
I been everywhere you ni*gas ain’t
Can’t go where your b*tch go, got her up late
Make my dick plank, she gon’ drink it straight

Rotate, let her friend taste
She from the DMV but I ain’t tryin’ to wait
DC, Maryland, them phones they be wearin’ them
Shout out my nig*a Wally be fly like a terrorist

Get money like inheritance
That pu*sy I’mma wear it out
Yeah we in the strip club,
Blowin’ money, air it out

Talkin’ big sh*t
let me show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Stacks for the freak show
Told her bring the circus out

I ain’t gettin’ married ‘cause these hoes
They just go around
Ridin’ on the next clique soon as they up in town
Cause I’m the ni*ga, the nigga ni*ga

They hold me down if it’s drama
And if it’s drama, I got that loud
Told my girl, Jeffrey Dahmer, and eat her out
Then I follow, and then I follow, d*ck in her mouth

They say Tyga only got like one hit
Sh*t, at least a ni*ga got a hit
Banana make her pu*sy split

Pornstar, loose lips
Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is
B*tch
Groupie a*s nig*a…