Grafh - Clique Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Ain’t nobody fucking with my click, click, click

Paparazzi see a nigga and they flick, flick, flick

Say cheese

When your bitch come to my zipper, it go zip, zip, zip, zip

Nigga they want the, they want the, they want the

Playing strip pole at your mom’s house

I be in the Gucci store, playing dollhouse

Play em all out, they playing catch up

I be in the louie store playing dress up

Pay a check up and I’m easy to talk with

I’m young fly and I’m fresh, easy to market

The label say I need me a marker

I say I’m good with the street, to make it comfy

All I need is a car pit

Each other label, all I need is a target,

I put hands and feet on your artists

And beat them retarded, I’m off the leash and I start shit

Yes I did it, this isn’t a test drive, is it?

Yes I’m with it, the change of seeing me

It’s like seeing lil wayne in a ny field

That’s …woopy

The great rhythm, I’m in the kitchen whipping the white, racism

Pump weight, living uncut baked chicken

Up late, ducking upstate prison

Come fuck with me, couple energy niggas don’t wanna fuck with me, who?

I get one of them robbed if I don’t come up quickly

Look, industry fuck boy, you stuck with me

What if I put one of your names in a rap

And call you all kinds of names in a rap

I don’t know who to choose

I just put all of your names in a hat

And come to your state and turn you into a stain on a nap,

I’ll abuse you, get the whippin on you

I had a blog saying, why that nigga picking on you

The infrared dot on your head and it’s sticking on you

I knock a bitch off of your lap while she strippin on you

Nigga shooting fair one, I’m talking mano in mano

I’m on my bitch sean, I make it …wobbly wobble

Wobbly wobble, wobbly wobble, your bitch be sucking me empty

I mean she swallow me hollow, I mean she probably google

I don’t never respect them, my bitches going both ways

Put them in bed and I stretch them

I take them legs and I bend them, and spread them like an antenna

When I need better reception I be the predator to catching my prey

Put all this paid on, ice hit the leather, look like I’m snapping the crayon

Colors busting out it’s just what you happen to skate on

Dead presidents, my wallet happen to stay on

Dead president, I pray for no drama

I look in my wallet and pray for Obama

Argh, you better act your age, don’t go broke, tryina look rich, act your wage

Tell your bitch I might lick her, she might have to shave

Team bang boys, that’s the way, if you see me, oh.