[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