Sewer Clique Lyrics

(Symo)

(Haha)

(Symo!)

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Riding round the city with my goons up to no good

Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood

Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could

Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car

Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom

Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart

Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard

Oou yah, ouu yah

Pop out with a shooter, shooter

You don't know the maneuver, 'neuver

Pack smelling like manure, nure

You saying that I knew yah, knew yah

I ain't the kid you knew bruh, knew bruh

I came up the sewer, sewer

Then blew racks at the jewelry, jewelry, huh, huh

I just wanna po' up with my brodies and forget y'all

Member stressing over everything and then I made it stop

Shorties couldn't phase a buck, give no fucks about a broad

Only tryna get some FaceTime, shout out Steve Jobs

Cheese steady coming in, feel like I'm in Wisconsin

Pop out fitted like a supervillain for a damn jog

Yo drip is so fake, you step out wearing a goddamn mirage

Just cracked a new seal, real real Wockhardt

I don't wanna go out just like this (nah)

My baby told me I'ma be the shit (ok)

My momma told me stick right to the script (ok)

My body telling me let's make it lit (woah)

I count up, count up, count up, addition (fttt, beep)

I done turned a zero right into six (present day)

That's millis in bank like real quick (present time)

I do it all just for my fucking clique (hahahaha)

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Riding round the city with my goons up to no good

Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood

Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could

Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car

Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom

Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart

Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard