CLIQUIN UP lyrics

[Intro]
(Don't play with him)

[Chorus]
Oh y'all cliquin' up, y'all cliquin' up
Oh it's a party, what's gon' happen when we stick it up?
Half the sh*t y'all saying just ain't adding up
I used to fail my math class but it's okay, I add it up
Oh you want my b*tch? She bad as f*ck
It's all [?] I'm just gon' use that b*tch to set you up
You the same n*gga got your chain took
Run up on me wrong you get your ass cooked

[Verse]
I'm in here making songs but I should write a book
I can send a hit and I can make a hook
I bet Texako come outside just to make him look
I make the stick shake, now that n*gga shook
I'm in the Bentley coupe riding with a pole
I pull-up and hop out with that ooh
We [?] cause' I'm not a pool
Send shots out the Uber just like [?]
I'm S.O.S. I need a house with a pool
You ain't no killers, you n*ggas be fu
I don't care about nothing, my face tattooed
Turn a n*gga to food we give him the blues
They just don't know the sh*t we do
I'm having racks up in these jeans but that right there ain't nothing new
Having shootouts broad day, it's old to us, it's new to you
I heard you was a hoe ass n*gga, I could tell it's really true
I can tell that boy a b*tch and his whole team too
[Chorus]
Oh y'all cliquin' up, y'all cliquin' up
Oh it's a party, what's gon' happen when we stick it up?
Half the sh*t y'all saying just ain't adding up
I used to fail my math class but it's okay, I add it up
Oh you want my b*tch? She bad as f*ck
It's all [?] I'm just gon' use that b*tch to set you up
You the same n*gga got your chain took
Run up on me wrong you get your ass cooked