Shit,
Mickey Sun
Lou Bloodshots
DJ Birdie
M1
E-Dub, Motherfucker
You don't wanna mess with these brothers
Sheeeet
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
I'm immaculate with this maccin
And it's magical, you should tap in
I'm murderous to the track
Like an instrumental assassin
Like eggs to the side of the pan
I keep it craccin' and my actions
After craftin' the plan
Is to make it happen
I'm smooth like blue suede shoes
Ain't no cappin
My lips ain't loose
So y'all ain't catchin' me rattin
You don't ask me no questions
I won't tell you no lies
That's word to my jebos
Y'all won't catch me slackin
Bitch, please chase you
I don't run when they shootin
So you can keep that ass shakin
Cause for real, ho, you losin
Bitches all around, playa made
So they choosin
Got a long stroke
Pussy ho, yeah, I'm bruisin
Plus I'm cold on them
Bitches say I ain't shit
Only queens understand
So no need for a bitch
Clique tight, man, we holdin
Wouldn't have it no other way
Get your kids, motherfucker
If you comin' here to play. Ho
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
ClicTyt, that's right
We the best at this
Cause we do it for a purpose
The purest, spittin' lyrics
For the learned and the circus
Bars, we got plenty
And we willin' to share them
But beware a little pinch might
Blow your cerebellum.
Hip-hop gangstas don't fuck with us
But if you're feelin' emotional
I'll send you a slug
I'm M.Key $un, the man with the plan
For marketing and
The dude with the guns in the trunk
Can I kick it
Hold your breath, motherfuckers
One breath away from death suckers
Whatever you've uttered
You've muttered words under false pretense
Let me guess
You lookin' for me, well shit
Then that's marvelous
I see a put a sentence together
How clever, never occurred to blurt
To see your errors, now you need mascara
Bitch ass niggas
Just a look into the mirror
Body blows, couldn't be more clearer
Watch out lil
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
ClicTyt, motherfucker
Met at 7-Eleven, we formulated a plan
And now we cuttin' a record
From Colorado, California
And some homies from Texas
Bringin' you sound from the Springs
Until we all roll a Lexus
Mik in the passenger seat
Rollin' up some green
I be breakin' boys off
When my slab hit the scene
Swangin' lane to lane
Comin down, drivin wreckless
Crawlin' slow, grippin' wood
That's how we do it down in Texas
I'm a hit you with some good stuff
Servin upper cuts, to the guts
Simply ain't enough. Imma get rough
So put away the toys
And bring the drama
Don't even say it
I already fucked your mama
Drama
Comin' through stuntin with the clique
Feelin' faded
I know what made it, sound player
Believe me, ain't shit to play with
We shootin' from the hip
And the closest one get it next
Then break away from the rest
You should've protect your necks
Cuz
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
Young Mik
Lou Bludshotz
DJ Birdie
M1 motherfucker
E-DUB
Talkin' ClicTyt, Motherfuckers