Grafh - Clique (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Rrrr... Ay Ay.. My name Grafh ya'll Wadup ugn! (Boom!) Team Bang Boy [Hook] Ain't nobody f**ing with my click, click, click click (Pow) Paparazzi see a n***a and they flick, flick, flick flick (Say cheese) When your b**h come near ma zipper, it go zip, zip, zip, ziiiiip n***a they want the They want the The-the-the they want the [Verse: Grafh] Playing strip poker at your mom's house I be in the Gucci store, playing dollhouse Play em all out, they playing catch up I be in the louie store playing dress up (nice..) Pay a check up and I'm easy to talk with I'm young fly and I'm fresh, easy to market The label say I need me a marker I say I'm good with the street, to make it comfy All I need is a car pit Each other label, all I need is a target I put hands and feet on your artists And beat them retarded, I'm off the leash and I start sh** Yes I did it, this isn't a test drive, is it? (F nah!) Yes I'm with it & the chances of seeing me It's like seeing lil wayne in a NY fitted I chef I whip it (arrggh) The great rhythm, I'm in the kitchen whipping the white, racism (Ohh) Pump weight, living uncut baked chicken Up late, ducking upstate prison Come f** with me, couple energy n***as don't wanna f** with me, (who?) I get one of them robbed if I don't come up quickly Look, industry f** boy, you stuck with me What if I put one of your names in a rap And call you all kinds of names in a rap I don't know who to choose I should just put all of your names in a hat And come to your state and turn you into a stain on a nap I'll abuse you, get the whippin on you I had a blog saying, why that n***a picking on you The infrared dot on your head and it's sticking on you I knock the b**h off of your lap while she strippin on you n***a shooting fair one, I'm talking mano in mano I'm on my Big Sean, I make it y'all wobbly wobble Wobbly wobble, wobbly wobble, your b**h be s**ing me empty I mean she swallow me hollow, I mean she probably goggle I don't never respect them, my b**hes going both ways I never direct em, Put em in bed & I stretch em I take them legs and I bend them, and spread them like an antenna When I need better reception I be the predator catching my prey Wit all this bait on, ice hit the leather, look like I'm snapping the crayon Colors busting out it's just what you happen to skate on Dead presidents, my wallet happen to stay on Dead president, I pray for no drama I look in my wallet and pray for Obama Argh, you better act your age Don't go broke, tryina look rich, act your wage Tell your b**h I might lick her, she might have to shave Team Bang Boys, that's the way, if you see me, oh