Clientele Lyrics

I make bands fall, clientele call

Pull up on gang, got a Glock

We got a firewall

Clientele got a lot

Ooh, I got clientele

Bad hoe calling my cell, hold up bitch I got a sale

Opps they all on my tale, let's do it

Pass a red light, I'm shooting

Ill-gotten gains, I make movements

Who is this, who is this?

Adeuxla in the coupe, he moving brick

You don't get moolah, we knew you full of shit

You with it? are you with it?

I pass lil' bolo the Glock, you gotta' shoot the blick

You gotta' shoot for me, we gotta' get to the top

Would you shoot a boy with 30?

When I pull it, I can't even stop

Pull it out, I can't stop

Pop a opp, I cannot pause

When I pull it out I shoot it like automatic, I swear all these opps getting dropped

Cop that shit

I need to get me a new bitch, my bitch ain't used to it

It's her first time seeing me moving a few bricks

(Need some more clientele)

You want smoke, it's in the air

Yo mama' cry and I dont care

It's a long day of finessing, I got me some blues but lil' boy I don't share

Yea, pull up, I dont even say it

If you taxing, lil boy I won't pay it

I been doing this shit forever, I need high tickets so I gotta weigh it

Yea, got me a bad bitch

We lay up, yea we lay up

Gave her some dick in the back, she say aye yeah!

Eat up the dick, I guess Adeuxla cater

I'm gonna save me the pussy for later

Fuck a friend cause they become a hater

I'm serving this shit, you can call me a waiter

I'm swerving the whip, you can call me a racer

Yea, give me yo' bitch, I want a taste

She want a taste, she want a taste

I drop a ace, aye, Balenciaga boots laced

Yea, I want some face, pull down my Givenchy jeans baby

I think I got laced, I'm on too many drugs, what's the day?

I gotta do this shit, it's my life

This my life

(Let's get to it, let's get to it)

(I'm saying like, what you tryna' do?)

(I wanna' go to Mollywood)