Clique

[Verse 1]
Ayy, fifty bitches on my dick (Brr, brr)
That bitch mine like a diamond pick (Yeah, yeah)
Don't think you're all that if you not with the clique (No, no)
Runnin' through the trap and we sold a brick (Ayy)
Uh, bun him if he talk shit, got his family postin', "RIP"
Shorty coming over to slay the dick (Aye-aye, Captain R.J., haha)
Uh, released one song and now I'm gettin' clicks (Yeah, clicks, uh)
Is this track fire? Ya can give that box a tick (Tick, tick, tick, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, trappin' in the east-coast, fighting through the cold wind
Came from the west-coast, expect me to know things
Crib up in the mountains, got my windows, they blowing
Seaside boy, I got cash and dough, singin'

[Chorus]
I came from the trap, now we back
We love the old things
Did that boom-bap, thеn it's Trap
Now I do cold drill
Such a fat ass, throw it back
For 'dem solds', kings
Bring out the MAC, fire and that
Just you wе won't kill
I came from the trap (Trap), now we back
Yeah, we back, bitch
Did that boom-bap, then it's Trap
Now I do cold drill
Such a fat ass, throw it back
For 'dem solds', kings
Bring out the MAC, fire and that
Just you we won't kill