CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : CLIQUIN UP

(Don't play with him)

Oh y'all cliquin' up, y'all cliquin' up
Oh it's a party, what's gon' happen when we stick it up?
Half the sh*t y'all saying just ain't adding up
I used to fail my math cla** but it's okay, I add it up
Oh you want my b*t*h? She bad as f**k
It's all [?] I'm just gon' use that b*t*h to set you up
You the same n***a got your chain took
Run up on me wrong you get your a** cooked

I'm in here making songs but I should write a book
I can send a hit and I can make a hook
I bet Texako come outside just to make him look
I make the stick shake, now that n***a shook
I'm in the Bentley coupe riding with a pole
I pull-up and hop out with that ooh
We [?] cause' I'm not a pool
Send shots out the Uber just like [?]
I'm S.O.S. I need a house with a pool
You ain't no killers, you n***as be fu
I don't care about nothing, my face tattooed
Turn a n***a to food we give him the blues
They just don't know the sh*t we do
I'm having racks up in these jeans but that right there ain't nothing new
Having shootouts broad day, it's old to us, it's new to you
I heard you was a hoe a** n***a, I could tell it's really true
I can tell that boy a b*t*h and his whole team too
Oh y'all cliquin' up, y'all cliquin' up
Oh it's a party, what's gon' happen when we stick it up?
Half the sh*t y'all saying just ain't adding up
I used to fail my math cla** but it's okay, I add it up
Oh you want my b*t*h? She bad as f**k
It's all [?] I'm just gon' use that b*t*h to set you up
You the same n***a got your chain took
Run up on me wrong you get your a** cooked