Turn Yo Clic Up Lyrics by Quavo ft. Future

[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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Go)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
If my dawg get low on his pockets
I'm pickin' 'em up (Soo)
We came from the bottom together
My nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up
If my bitch tell me "Pay for the 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 (Swoo)
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 Ross (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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (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
Phillipe 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 dawg movin' packs
Trappin' to rappin', my dawg, 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
Painkiller, 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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (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, dawg (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dawg (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)