[Verse 1: Lyte]
Jump in the crowd, dive in
We wildin', we vibin'
You ain't, it's bye then like Who the fuck let this guy in? (What?)
Diamonds all on my skin (ooh!), Scum in this bitch, what up Ivan (What up!)
You can bet it dawg I'ma set it off in this bitch just like a siren (Siren)
Now put them hands up to the ceiling, motherfucker, like a robbery
And a ninja livin' like he hit the lottery
The whole squad with me, oh my God is he (Yah!)
Makin' a mockery, blowin' a lot of tree, this no facade you see
Earnin' them racks, turnt to the max (woo!), the way that it's gotta be
We do this goddammit, we the coolest on the planet
Can't nobody in this motherfucker kill my vibe (Kill my vibe!)
Or steal my shine, that's real, my guy
Now the whole world wanna feel my tribe (Ah!)
We rare as it gets, stare in this bitch
Fingers in the air while we blarin' The Clique
Tearin' the club up, they cheerin' they love us
Monstar, no comparin' this shit
[Chorus: Lyte]
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
[Verse 2: Lyte]
Where that ass at? That ass fat
Now bend it over, make that ass clap
Drop it low (low), bring that ass back
Got money, honey, you ain't gotta ask that (Nah!)
From bein' my own ASCAP, you can see how high that cash stacked (Woah)
We them guys, I lead 'em wise
Can't see my eyes when that gas packed (Hahaha!)
Now pass that, are you deaf? (You deaf?)
Takin' over the club, that's true theft (True theft)
Said enough for twenty, by the shore I got a few left
Don't play, boy, surrounded by woman like I'm Hugh Hef
Baddies, biddies, big old titties
Everybody know that we run this city
Showin' no pity (grr!), everyone with me
Mobbin' in this bitch with The Clique, get litty
We blowin', we buzzin', it's slappin', it's bustin'
It's no discussion, get nasty, disgusting
It's nothing to a boss, when we cuttin' up, we stuntin' bruh
Feelin' like a million so you know we 'bout to celebrate
Positive vibes, I'ma delegate and elevate (Rush!)
So miss me with the hella hate
[Chorus: Lyte]
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!
Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)
[Verse 3: Lyte]
Walk in the club with the merch booth (Yah yah!)
You see us winning, that hurts you (Yah yah!)
No cap, you can search proof (Yah yah!)
Amen, that's church truth (Yah yah!)
It's about to go down, got the club sold out
No doubt, got the crowd ready to rage (Woo!)
Got to give Eddy the stage (Ah!)
You can bet it but you ain't got a penny to wage (Damn!)
A new life, a new me, livin' like a movie
Groupie, Lyte got dinero, bucks (Ha!)
Who's the villain now? I'm the hero, chumps
And Monstar gives zero fucks
[Outro: Lyte]
Go DJ! Turn it up and let the jam bang
It's your B-Day! Hit the floor and do your damn thang
Got a lot of fans that you can't bring (Nope!)
Shout out to the fam, what's goody (What up?)
Bouncin' like I'm gonna break a hamstring
'Cause Gs don't dance, they boogie
This Us was written by Lyte.
This Us was produced by Mister K.A..