sinjut - CLIQUE (feat. 777s & YISHAI)

Money so tall, like a titan
Running an errand
Founded this wave, I'm a baron (oh, yeah)
Doing the most, it be scary
I be like Terry, with the crews
Gotta share it (uh huh)
Everybody hates this
You can hate like a bitch
You ain't, you ain't shit
Always stay good with the clique
Homies stay good with the clip (what)

Nose full of snot, I go viral
Sending out heat like I'm Spyro
Walk on they ass, like a tight rope
Splash on yo' bitch, I go tidal
Bend that ass over, think I see the moon
Slap on that ass, damn, I think I was rude
Stars on the back, of a Maybach, a mood
White on her toes, in the middle of June

You ain't so fast, you in slo-mo mode
I be off that, in that purple zone
Pieces of ice, not an ice cream cone
Why you so tight that I hit that, though?
I be off in the Benz
Ride around, dark mode, be the tint
Ninety-nine percent, can't look in
Ninety-nine percent, you can't spend, yeah

Sip on Four Loko, I go crazy
I'm in a phantom, nothing faze me
Rings on my finger, call me Brady
I'm super handsome, that they hate me
Damn, diamonds all colors, they look some crayons
Slime your ass out, in front of your friends
Pour up some red, like I cut up my hands

Balenciaga, DVS
All of these diamonds, they shine on my wrist
Betting on god, you know that I won't miss
Pussy so raw, need a net for this fish (pause)
Yeah, I'm fucking this beat, and I'm fuckin' her friend
Fly to Miami, fly her to Japan
I'm not Lil Mosey, but I feel like the man
Now spin it, spin it, spin it again
Fell in love with the patience
Nah, fuck that
I'mma go finish right from where I started
First person shooter like Drake, I'm Uncharted
Za-za so loud, bitches think that I farted
Cha cha, bullets make you dance bachata
Hit ya in the dome, yo mata
You ain't coming home, tu casa

Written by:
Justin Eigenbauer, Zebedee Cambe, Jeziel Gonzalez

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