Queezy the Gangster - CLIQUED UP
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{Verse}
So they used to be your friends, ha, that’s funny Dot
You saying they untrustworthy but “Control” was the first shot
You started it, by saying you was out to murder
I’m coming in to take your dough, make you broke, start flipping burgers
Cause you no killer, you’re no MC
I’m Jack the Ripper, you're not big three
If you was big three you my mini me
You in the little three smoking little tree
Next Lil Xan, Smokepurpp, and Pump
The fallen cloud rappers that turned to chumps
Ye in this shit but he ain’t done much
Future sneak dissing and he talk too much
Mr. Cash you’re going broke while Cole, Aubrey, and me, we stay awake
Ty Dolla $ign in thе negatives and that sign grows evеry single day
Metro just suckin dick
Pickin sides from the little sticks
Little prick with a little dick, metro, dot, and ye on one song just a little sick
While I’m making heat, and y’all staying beat
Rick Ross just saying, G
You saying shit that you don’t mean, you don’t play with guns you play with d’s
You was 5-0 you’re not a fucking G
You ain’t real shit don’t mean shit to me
Your hottest shit had Drizzy on it
Had Skrillex on it, wasn’t just you on it
Baby Keem had a curfew on it, that’s why he’s still a baby, mama put the church shoes on him
I looked up to Em and Cube
Eazy, Dr. Dre too
Snoop D-O-Double G
Fetty when he was countin’ G’s
Pac and B.I.G. ain’t no fucking question
Nipsey and this is just a message
K-Dot hope your brains rot with your 20 youth sized tank tops
Abel and Rocky get in fucking yo place
Y’all ain’t even in this space
This shit dropping on a weekday
I’m taking this Rocky for a beating
Yo fucking girl I’m stealing
Rihanna coming home with me promise we not just sleeping
I’m taking Ice Spice and Nicki too
While I’m in the mood, do what I do
I’m bulletproof since she bad, imma take Bhad Bhabie too
{Verse}
So they used to be your friends, ha, that’s funny Dot
You saying they untrustworthy but “Control” was the first shot
You started it, by saying you was out to murder
I’m coming in to take your dough, make you broke, start flipping burgers
Cause you no killer, you’re no MC
I’m Jack the Ripper, you're not big three
If you was big three you my mini me
You in the little three smoking little tree
Next Lil Xan, Smokepurpp, and Pump
The fallen cloud rappers that turned to chumps
Ye in this shit but he ain’t done much
Future sneak dissing and he talk too much
Mr. Cash you’re going broke while Cole, Aubrey, and me, we stay awake
Ty Dolla $ign in thе negatives and that sign grows evеry single day
Metro just suckin dick
Pickin sides from the little sticks
Little prick with a little dick, metro, dot, and ye on one song just a little sick
While I’m making heat, and y’all staying beat
Rick Ross just saying, G
You saying shit that you don’t mean, you don’t play with guns you play with d’s
You was 5-0 you’re not a fucking G
You ain’t real shit don’t mean shit to me
Your hottest shit had Drizzy on it
Had Skrillex on it, wasn’t just you on it
Baby Keem had a curfew on it, that’s why he’s still a baby, mama put the church shoes on him
I looked up to Em and Cube
Eazy, Dr. Dre too
Snoop D-O-Double G
Fetty when he was countin’ G’s
Pac and B.I.G. ain’t no fucking question
Nipsey and this is just a message
K-Dot hope your brains rot with your 20 youth sized tank tops
Abel and Rocky get in fucking yo place
Y’all ain’t even in this space
This shit dropping on a weekday
I’m taking this Rocky for a beating
Yo fucking girl I’m stealing
Rihanna coming home with me promise we not just sleeping
I’m taking Ice Spice and Nicki too
While I’m in the mood, do what I do
I’m bulletproof since she bad, imma take Bhad Bhabie too
