The Pettiest Part

Hey you don’t really want no problem with my family or with my Clique
Even groupies in my band see, I’m with the shits
And all my people understand me
Let them in, yeah they my brothers
Fuck with them the long way
You heard what the song say
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, that, that, that, that)
I be, I be, I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
You be on that Dover shit
I got the kind of spit that Leprechauns couldgrow a clover with
The city on my back, they’ll never know just how the boulder feel
Sippin' with the baddest, not the average, gettin' older still
Saliva on my tongue, I smoke the swisher with sativa
I ain’t docal like the locals with the rappin' I’m a diva
And I’m coming with the ether, runnin' records like a cheetah
You ain’t keepin' up with legends lil' homie take a breather
But these locals talkin' stupid as drunk parents at soccer games
I’m coming with that rhythm and style to give em proper flame
That Waka fuckin Flocka flame
You be lookin' icy hot
And most these dudes is army men, salami men, or Fifer cops
They got me in the paper still, rappers on their second show
I see they got ambition but I really hope they let it go
(If that’s your man then you should let me him know)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(I got that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Hey you don’t really want no problem with my family or with my Clique
Even groupies in my band see, I’m with the shits
And all my people understand me
Let them in, yeah they my brothers
Fuck with them the long way
You heard what the song say
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, that, that, that, that)
Performing all these rap songs, they love us when we’re back home
I’m coppin' all the newest gear, no tellin' what we do this year
Movin' through the city quick, knockin' some of Biggies hits
No I’m never stoppin' keep on grindin' til I’m really rich
Nigga that’s a grand or two, I’m eatin' tracks like Hannibal
Every show is so live, I think we need a camera crew
No point for me to aim at you lame rap dudes
To race against me you’ll need Usain’s track shoes
We keep on winning you need rogain cause you’re losin' here
Why your album on the shelf like a souvenir?
You can’t go against the Clique because we’re too prepared
Actually I think that we’re the nicest crew in here
Nobody is nice as us us, hits like a Tyson punch
Shout out to the competition all of them are wipin' up
You should know with every beat that major mesh well
So it’s like a spread sheet the same way I excel
Hey you don’t really want no problem with my family or with my Clique
Even groupies in my band see, I’m with the shits
And all my people understand me
Let them in, yeah they my brothers
Fuck with them the long way
You heard what the song say
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(She want that, that, that, that, that)