Pressing on the clique
Mother fucker you hit down
I can see your bitch
Come through she get dicked down
Homies on my side
Ridin with the stick now
You don’t wanna start a riot
Boy you better sit down yea x2
Boy you better sit down
Pull up all black
Lookin lit I’m the shit now
Aye
Damn what a shame
Here’s the thing
I don’t hang with basics
Nah you too late
This all started wit lil bro
I’m the basement
I don’t do that lame shit
Lil brodie caught a case
So free my brotha d
Out them cages
Pressing on the clique
Mother fucker you hit down
I can see your bitch
Come through she get dicked down
Homies on my side
Ridin with the stick now
You don’t wanna start a riot
Boy you better sit down yea x2
Talkin bout rap well
Shit I’m obsessed
I keep the bitches outta my head
I’m only focused on my fuckin bread
Why you think they comin for my mother fuckin neck
Yo I’m flyer than a eagle
And this rappin shit my nest yeah
Tryna get on right now
But I guess that I’m up next
Shit is difficult but no
I’m never stressed
Keep a smile on my face
Pretty soon I’m cashin checks
I ain’t dj Khalid
But you k or that we the best tho
Numba 1 stunna
Flynn high on the west coast
Haters always talk
But those thoughts
You can keep those
Shady handshakes
For the fakes
I don’t need those
Pull up in a drop top
That’s what I want
Take care of the fam
Then I’m gonna Stunt
Watch the haters stare
When we pull up out fron
Hit was written by Tyrell Read.
Hit was produced by FrankGotThePack.