Turn Yo Clic Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (I love you, Atake) [Chorus: Quavo] He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Go) [Verse 1: Quavo] If my dog get low on his pockets, I'm pickin' him up (Soo) We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up If my bitch tell me pay for that pussy, I take her ass shoppin' and tell her, "Shut up" (Shh) Standin' on business, standin' on bitches, ain't nothin' to pipe that shit up (Soo) It ain't nothin' to turn a bitch up It ain't nothin' to turn your clique up (Ain't nothin') Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds we bust (Yeah) Look at the people we touched, shit, I'm feelin' like Puffy and Russ' (Yeah) I'm sendin' this shit like a toilet, lil' nigga so nasty, I never been flushed (Ugh, nasty, go) Bulletproof Brabus, it came with a kit on it (Kit, skrrt, skrrt) The switch is too light, it kick if you spit on it (Kick, frr, grrah, frr) Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (Shit, hee, ooh, hee) Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin' (Flip it, flip, go, it's gone) [Chorus: Quavo] He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up) [Verse 2: Future] Big dog status, Bal Harbour I ball, Lenox mall for my brothers Goyard bag, tote the cutter I got it out the field, fuck Russell Go and ask Lori about the Patek Then go and ask Joie and ask Dess Philippe water, tryna drown a bitch It's a habit trickin' on a bitch Shit, I'm thinkin' I could've been a pimp Shit, I'm cookin' up dope like it's dinner Shit, I come from Zone 6, nigga trim Shit, I'm floatin', I'm higher than a blimp Shit, it look like I'm swimmin' in glass Shit, I turn up my bitch 'cause she bad Shit, I'm makin' her ex-nigga mad Shit, they go for that bag, I'ma spaz Real nigga alert, I'm securin' the bag Pipin' a bitch, it ain't nothin', I got cash Turn up the shooters with switches, go bad Stay with some scammers, my dog movin' packs Trappin' to rappin', my dog, he fall off, no cappin', I'm buyin' him a brick Fuck on your bitch, then I told her to call off, actually, I'm makin' her quit Painkillers got my lil' demons on go, they ready to hit with the stick Painkillers got my lil' bitch on go, she ready to eat up the dick My main hitters, call up the gang members, they was already on a lick Hangin' with Migos, all these drugs and guns, think we Mexican (Freebandz) [Chorus: Quavo] He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)