​swan clique cypher

[Verse 1: JAMESY!]
(Uh, ayy, I said)
Joy on my kicks, and Joy on my face
She tryna hop in the clique, but she's not in our space
Twitter bitches on my dick, they all up on my case
I destroy the beat, murder it, and burn it like mace
I want a bitch so I end up giving money to Chase
But since I do this rap shit, I give my money to Chase
I said it twice, prolly ’cause I got this paper to chase
Let's get it straight, bitch I'm only getting started
Marijuana got me moving all retarded
Bitch, I’m feeling like Zayn, only I ain't departed
I'm just jotting down my thoughts, diamonds colder than the Arctic
I know that TIME only got like 40 plays
But fuck it I'm still happy 'bout it anyway
Texting back forth with [?], watching anime
And if hе see this for real, yo
Text me latеr, bae, haha

[Verse 2: CHILLOUTRICKY]
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They call me CHILLOUT
'Cause I don't really simmer the bars
I don't plan to ever stop
’Cause I plan to go far
People love to fuckin’ hate us, 'cause they know who we are
Shit, I’m wasted, I'm also strung out like guitars
Said I'm high, but she still want a ride in my car
I don't know but she said let’s go to Venus or Mars
She said she don't like my music, said it's toxic like SARS
What she doesn't understand is that, babes, I'm a star
Just the clique, fuckin' round, while we vibe in Qatar
Plus I Popped your fuckin' homie now he Smoked like cigar (Flex)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a villain like my name is Jafar
We ain't made it yet but I still feel like we going far
Said listen, I know 'bout what I said about a month ago (month ago)
Said I'm a paper chaser but I'm not a runner though, (runner though)
Said I'm honestly not fuckin' with these other hoes
I'm just simply collecting bread, no butter. yo

[Verse 3: Lil Bellsie & JAMESY!]
(Yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh, huh?)
Fake bitches heard my song, now they mad at me
But I'm picking at their scars like some bad acne
At the end of the day I'm feeling mad happy
They think I'm tryna cop me a Fred when I bagged Daphne
I'm taking all these bitches mans, I don't want them though
I heard that you ain't got no plans, you're such a fucking hoe
Gas pack strong as fuck, got me moving slow
Dudes always up in my DMs, 'Cause I don't think they know (She's gay)
Still ignorant. still smack a bitch
Swan Clique bitch, I don't really give a shit
And if you got a problem homie, you can suck my dick
I ain't really got a dick but we still getting rich
Pothead, half-baked, lookin' like Chappelle
If we ever link, don't you ever kiss-and-tell
And if you don't know me they call me Lil Bells
Bitch, I came out a zoo, no Curry, no Zel

[Outro: JAMESY! & Lil Bellsie]
Ayo, shouts out to everybody that worked on the album, shouts out to K-Dizzle, Shouts out to R Boi and shouts out to Tony Deane, you know what I'm saying, mane? Shouts out to my mom too for being okay with me saying cuss words on the song
(Laughing)