Hottest niggas in the game, MMG
The tour starts in a few weeks
If you fuckin' with it, fuck with me, haan
Watch cost me a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double-M be the clique, my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all a facade, but nigga, this double-R
See me jumpin' on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches be goin' wild, hate to sound cliché
Give me two bitches, we can do this three ways
Four missed calls on my iPhone 5
Bitch six feet tall, got me fightin' for my life
Telephone lines ringin', callin' Angie Martinez
Think I just seen a boss, he datin' a Puerto Rican
All gold jewels and a snow-white mink
Kanye shoes, sorry, no ID
John Legend flow, the magnificent me
Roll hard, give me molly, coffee by the key
Got the weed rolled, tour start in a few weeks
She said, "Fuck me", must wanna fuck me
Man, we be the clique, man, I'm so the shit
Or just simmer down, man, I'll take your bitch
Yeah, we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me, I be on the front row
Dick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside, I ain't even gotta speak, haan
Everybody fuckin' with my motherfuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want
Go
Yeah, I'm talkin' Gunplay, yeah, I'll walk it too
Yeah, that nigga ratted, yeah, that depo true
Yeah, I'm really 'bout it, yeah, I'll air out anybody
Point him out, I'll light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah, I'll spill my Coors on your Michael Kors, whore
Yeah, so the fuck what? I can buy you more
Yeah, I'm from the hood, yeah, I'm from the floor
Holes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digits all lit up like a fir
Nigga, where your feet? See the white right here?
It's a Medellin thing, everything pure
Everybody fuckin' with my motherfuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want
Go
Yeah, yeah, now it's the double-M dream team doin' somethin' special
'Bout to kill this shit, so get the casket and the shovel
Them new Olympic sevens, I need rings and a medal
And I'm not from Trillville, but tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always goin' higher, I'm still more fire
Do a lot of stuntin', but it's only to inspire
Remember just a year ago, these hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryna freak, they think I know Wale and Meek
I got a bad white bitch I'm known to spend cake on
Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn
And even if she do, forever, I'm the shit
So much doper I'ma get, we legit, they ain't fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
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