242 - Cliqued Up Lyrics

Yeah
Cliqued up, we good, we got fam
Came with my sisters, came with my mans
Said that I'm not one of them
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Wait
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Baby
Beyblade
Baby if the top good
Then imma spin again
She suck me up slow till I'm thin again
Don't stop baby I'm finishing
See I stay with my dogs
And away from the frauds
'Cuz these niggas be sweeter than cinnamon
If I need it tomorrow
Imma give him a call
He my brother since back in the jungle gym
Imma say what I want
Then I'll give it to God
'Cuz I prayed He'll give me deliverance
From the f*ck niggas
And all the middlemen
And the bitches
That know how to kill a man
Yea is you f*cking or not
'Cuz if not then you gotta
Get out of the spot
Out the settlement
They be tricky and fakin' they innocence
But that pussy a weapon she killin' shit
Okay
Cliqued up, we good, we got fam
Came with my sisters, came with my mans
Said that I'm not one of them
Pop-out, ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out, ya get popped
Wait
Pop-out, ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out, ya get popped
Pop-out, ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Cliqued up, we good, we got fam
Came with my sisters, came with my mans
Said that I'm not one of them
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Wait
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Beef with yourself
Go jump off the ledge
Pop what you got to
Take off the edge
Been on your top
I'm right on your head
Way too petty I cannot forget
Ok
Be real, your friends ain't friends
The hood that you claim
Ain't really your ends
Your mans that you think is your mans
Ain't really your mans
He'd backstab you over bread
Ok
This here is not for the weak
I'm matching the jersey up nice with the link
Wanting to flick up with gang, it's elite
Half of this you prolly wouldn't believe
Ok
What you give what you receive
We probably doubled the work of your g's
Still barely got like a quart of the piece
A win is a win this shit rinse and repeat
All I got is my word and my bruvas
That's a lethal weapon, that's no Danny Glover
Move with my heart when it comes to the art
At the end, I'm surrounded with folks from the gutter
My uce always got me like we Jey and Jimmy
Please
Watch how the bloodline reigns
Ya day ones turn snake over chump change
No Tical but ya methods is bringing the pain
Cliqued up, we good, we got fam
Came with my sisters, came with my mans
Said that I'm not one of them
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Huh
Pop-out ya get popped
Woo wop da bam
Pop-out ya get popped
Huh
Pop-out, ya get popped
Woo wop da bam