Sir Michael Rocks - The Clique lyrics

[Hook x2: Sir Michael Rocks (Tris J)] It's like what's that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique [Verse 1: Casey Veggies] It's Young Veggies My plans right my funds ready I say my name, she can take that in Never forget it, it's engraved in her brain Bend it over, back it up That cool kid put it in the bag I ride flows and revive hoes Dream big, my mind blown f** with the clique this rap sh** a lick All my n***as on girl gon' take your pick Every time they come through they always takin' pics Like hold up, we can do that later I realized and I thought about it Like why even rap about your haters? I love y'all, I trust y'all I'll probly never get enough y'all I came here, my chucks on That west side connection I shine hard, you know this Put time in, I'm focused Girl you can get it by the ocean So smooth in these Pro Tools Life like photo shoots I know you see me doing my thing [Hook x2] It's like what's that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique [Verse 2: Tris J] I bust a P down, slang motherf**er, slang I got your girl givin' me brain on c**aine I chef the gas salad, dressing propane A little baby greens mixed with romaine I'm feelin' gnarly in these Cartis with the wooden frames Michael got the buffies, know that he probly feelin' the same Pretty gla**es see pretty a**es, hoes flock in pretty ma**es n***as tryin' to be like Tris, need to pay for these 3D gla**es Can't swerve in my lane though, 'less you into crashes Cost for you to swag here and you know we taxin' Mobbin' with the clique, got your b**h lookin' sick I'm a silky a** player with some pimpin' a** spit [Hook x2] It's like what's that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I'm ‘bout that bust that paper down You already know my favorite sound And they tried to stop me on some label sh** But now I'm more swa*k - more paid This lame a** n***a try to throw shade Back then you could've been so paid I'm flyin' by in that Porsche A ounce of dope in that North Face My ex girls, we missin' them Like Shorty K and them court dates I'm on the move, love my fam I'm uncle Luke, f** Uncle Sam I'm glad to see my vision grow better than the original This molly got me trippin' mane Everything just went digital Tryin' to put you on my team, b**h Seein' you pa** the physical I want it, I see it, I need it, I gain it And all of it happened This is the team, if you tryna get cream You should probly follow the captain [Hook x2] It's like what's that? Hold up Cellphone, swolled up Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique (Come f** with the clique) Come f** with the clique