Clique (B3D Version) lyrics

*Verse 1, Soup*
Let me introduce you to this boss sh*t, Dirty Harry, boss hog sh*t! Yeah, We dumb as hell, Man drinkin' in the c*ckpit
Be with your main b*tch, Yeah she makin' me a sammich, Singing that same sh*t she'll pass down to her grand kids
She says, "(Quotes me)Drop it to the floor, make it sexy, b*tch touch you up, lick you up, girl you know whats next B"
But she sleazy, Nah, we dont f*ck with messy< dont even know why she text me, Askin for a free tee, Best believe she want the di*kKK (Best believe she want the di*k..)

*Verse 2, Brando*
Track star on the beat
The emcee in ya cypher with most heat
Make your favorite rappers flow seem weak

Ladies scream Brando
I'm sippin on moscatto
With bad b*tch on lap
Straight from Morocco

Yeah, We go them all schemin
All cuz we beamin
It obvious, We're the only thing the girls are seeing

Ain't one to flex
But, You and your homies get checked
First mixtape out
Yeah, We got the respect

Came a long way
From writing on scraps
Now I party with the very daughters of diplomats

Wherever we at
n*ggas tip they snapbacks
I don't give a f*ck if you do rap
n*gga
You ain't f*ckin with my - (Clique)

Verse 3, Siri*
I got two b*tches yeah I call em mismatch, black and yellow black and yellow, you ain't with that, now you can't fit that, naw you can't hit that, bring yo b*tch around and you might get yo sh*t snatched, the sickest n*gga out, I never need a doctor, but I make a house call like Gamble and Proctor, Pick her up to drop her, I'm a show stopper, smoke a half to myself, the money feels softer, I got nice clothes and a nice chick, I got nice dough and a nice di*k, a nice flow and a nice clique, I'm addicted to that nice sh*t, how low will she go, I don't know I leave it up to my clique