J-RoD - Clique (Remix ft. J-RoD) lyrics

[Intro: James Fauntleroy] What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, f** it, cause I want some [J-RoD] Uh, yeah, uh, J-RoD Music is! Pa**ion! Uh [Hook: J-RoD & Cheach] Ain't nobody f**ing with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique We too damn dope, yeah we know that we the sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh** Always keep it real, ain't no doubt that we Legit, -git, -git, -git, -git Any b**hes disagree, then they can choke on a- Choke on a-, choke on a-, choke on a- [Verse 1: J-RoD] First off my squad is finna blow, word to your ala From the red dot, red hot call it lava Now I couldn't buy no Prada But I could buy that thing that end your life over a dolla, send bad news to your momma Holla, uh now give it up for my crew, mane We hear you do thangs but we ain't heard no new sangs Oops hahaha, we ain't heard no songs Been rapping for a few years, but it feel like too long Rapping for a decade, rapping since my dad pa**ed Been rapping since wrapping presents, damn it feel like Xmas But I feel like I ain't been repping for my true fans So I gotta spit it for my motherf**ing crew, man My squad! [Hook] [Verse 2: Cheach] My clique is k**ing competition, all the f*gs are just jealous My b**h is bad as hell, meanwhile your b**h is fat as Adele is Shoot you from the waist down, no Elvis. Popping you in your pelvis I never gave a f** just always draped myself up in velvet Always balled like Costanza, bet your a** they got their damn hands up Leave 'em out of breath, they got asthma. You cannot say sh** - kwanza Talent gotta show like Amanda, 'cuz we fly to d**h - on that Mandibuzz You got no style like team Magma, Aqua, Rocket, Galactic and Plasma f**in randoms poppin mollies, now sweating 'cuz they forgot me Waking up in their lil' pacers, but bragging like they're bugattis Tip your sh** whenever you're balling you should probably get a new hobby Y'all waitin for me to fall off? I got a better chance of dating Holly I'd have to say that my folly's probably falling for these damn skanks Ain't even worth my time, they'll never come around like Pokébank I'm over all these trashy ratchet chicks with nasty packages And magic tricks to fake my happiness and drag me back again f** maccin' just had a Zach attack and broke her back and then Threw her off the edge into my hedges in the back of it My house, that is, my bad for being a dick I guess that's how sh** is When girls go to a party and forget who's f**ing house it is I know you b**hes wishin that you were, but you're not me I'm not inclined to ice in my juice, f** a nazi All we do is win, that's how we roll - Yahtzee My gun go clap, clap, clap, I call it Bolbi Stroganovski I'mma stick the pricks in the kitchen, or as they like to call it, the b**h bin Quit the b**hing and moaning 'cuz you a**es all just got moted I'll just catch your a** in the morning no surprise if your chick is still moaning (Cheach, you're going too hard!) sh**, Clyde Carson's coming better listen As I was saying, my limit's the square root of minus one I lack some fancy chains and rings but maybe Styve can swipe me some Flow wetter than some wippies after tryna dry some dykie cum (Drink vodka then go driving?) Aight I'll try that sh**, it might be fun [Outro] Yeah, f** the haters! Hail Based Gob! Now shouts out to the homie J-RoD, the homie StyveKarp, and the homie J-Lo They in the motherf**ing clique! And to the rest of you, choke. On a mother-. f**ing. Weiner Little b**h