This Us

By Lyte

On Full Force

Released on November 15, 2024

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[Verse 1: Lyte]

Jump in the crowd, dive in

We wildin', we vibin'

You ain't, it's bye then like Who the fuck let this guy in? (What?)

Diamonds all on my skin (ooh!), Scum in this bitch, what up Ivan (What up!)

You can bet it dawg I'ma set it off in this bitch just like a siren (Siren)

Now put them hands up to the ceiling, motherfucker, like a robbery

And a ninja livin' like he hit the lottery

The whole squad with me, oh my God is he (Yah!)

Makin' a mockery, blowin' a lot of tree, this no facade you see

Earnin' them racks, turnt to the max (woo!), the way that it's gotta be

We do this goddammit, we the coolest on the planet

Can't nobody in this motherfuckеr kill my vibe (Kill my vibe!)

Or steal my shinе, that's real, my guy

Now the whole world wanna feel my tribe (Ah!)

We rare as it gets, stare in this bitch

Fingers in the air while we blarin' The Clique

Tearin' the club up, they cheerin' they love us

Monstar, no comparin' this shit


[Chorus: Lyte]

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)


[Verse 2: Lyte]

Where that ass at? That ass fat

Now bend it over, make that ass clap

Drop it low (low), bring that ass back

Got money, honey, you ain't gotta ask that (Nah!)

From bein' my own ASCAP, you can see how high that cash stacked (Woah)

We them guys, I lead 'em wise

Can't see my eyes when that gas packed (Hahaha!)

Now pass that, are you deaf? (You deaf?)

Takin' over the club, that's true theft (True theft)

Said enough for twenty, by the shore I got a few left

Don't play, boy, surrounded by woman like I'm Hugh Hef

Baddies, biddies, big old titties

Everybody know that we run this city

Showin' no pity (grr!), everyone with me

Mobbin' in this bitch with The Clique, get litty

We blowin', we buzzin', it's slappin', it's bustin'

It's no discussion, get nasty, disgusting

It's nothing to a boss, when we cuttin' up, we stuntin' bruh

Feelin' like a million so you know we 'bout to celebrate

Positive vibes, I'ma delegate and elevate (Rush!)

So miss me with the hella hate


[Chorus: Lyte]

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)

Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts!

Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!)


[Verse 3: Lyte]

Walk in the club with the merch booth (Yah yah!)

You see us winning, that hurts you (Yah yah!)

No cap, you can search proof (Yah yah!)

Amen, that's church truth (Yah yah!)

It's about to go down, got the club sold out

No doubt, got the crowd ready to rage (Woo!)

Got to give Eddy the stage (Ah!)

You can bet it but you ain't got a penny to wage (Damn!)

A new life, a new me, livin' like a movie

Groupie, Lyte got dinero, bucks (Ha!)

Who's the villain now? I'm the hero, chumps

And Monstar gives zero fucks


[Outro: Lyte]

Go DJ! Turn it up and let the jam bang

It's your B-Day! Hit the floor and do your damn thang

Got a lot of fans that you can't bring (Nope!)

Shout out to the fam, what's goody (What up?)

Bouncin' like I'm gonna break a hamstring

'Cause Gs don't dance, they boogie