Lyrics:
like Pablo (Pablo)
Money is filling a silo (Woah)
I run the world just like Pablo (Pablo)
You might not see your tomorrow (Woah)
Click clacking guns just
He plays their emotions only he Knows their fate
Dirty Old pervert
Corrupting the youth
He's a creeper
Clacking and Jacking
You're his to enjoy
He's
and nannies
Wiry pensioners clacking their dentures
Crooks and nannies
Crooks and nannies
The joint is ridiculous with crooks and nannies
We're all up in this
Yeah
I been trappin
With a mac-10
Shit get dramatic
Pistol clacking
Where the cash at
In a black mask
Time to cash in
Low get the fn yo
Load the damn
me, y'all just some Ducks to Hunt
Jabbin' at your gabber, bell be clacking that's the round I won
Smack a rapper stature got a bag aboutta roll it up
and the champagne clacking
Said she got GPS tracking
New AP and it’s really ‘bout to crack and I got the 50 on my MAC-10 like
Yuh
Community gated, the gate close
a asshole (Huh?)
In them Fila shoes (Yuhh)
When the blade clacking (Sheen)
What you finna do? (Nothing)
All white, shawty like new (Oo)
All night, shawty
She like the benz, pussy popping, rocket, white
Ain't wasting nada
From the East with the Baka
Clacking, ch ch ch chopper, choppin
Crease monalisa
sippers
Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers
Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Not
clacking
High speed
Screen is packing more than Jackson
Pulp is fiction juicing facts
Are you off or just offline
In the web or an a.i
Are you off or just
the rabbit hole
Wish me luck tell my wife that I love her so
Maybe, maybe you don't know shit
Rising up behind this coffee cup
The soldiers clicking clacking
clacking like them flip flops
And you whining that's a big sob
Boy you falling that's a big loss
She don't like because I'm boss
Pull up and I'm styling
shine, forgotten lore
Bloodcult convene in murkwood
Underneath dread sycamore
He's gonna make it the way it was before
The hooves are clacking
Confetti of green linen, resting in wrinkles hands
Envelopes with pseudonyms, rougher than sand
Sickly sweet, clacking on concrete
Tender knees,
Chains clacking hear em when I dip
Call the plug tell him make it quick
Smoke a ounce then I'm boutta make a hit
Hella wives tell 'em im tapin then I
Pack pack pack packing
Active
Clacking
Action
Packing
Clap pack
Pack pack pack packing
Packing
I stay
Packing
Packing
Guns stay
Clapping
Packing
AKA have
could compete)
It seemed too good to be true (was too good to be true)
I wanted to be with you (only with you)
We clicked like Legos or the clacking
Two Bottles Clacking i made
This on Halloween, used
Two beer bottles i just wanted to say
When you
Got fans like Black Clover has fans
You don't need
bends backwards
Or it'll try
Left and right
Clacking of hoofs
In them shoes
Straight to you
In the tomb
In the tomb
Mothra man
I came to you in a can
Subway clacking and knuckles skinned
Faces yearning to meet day’s end
City love will rub you raw
City love ain’t love at all
There’s an elemental
could compete)
It seemed too good to be true (was too good to be true)
I wanted to be with you (only with you)
We clicked like Legos or the clacking
Feed it straps
12 wont find no clues
Get back
I'm back
I'm clacking
Knackers at them actors
I go glow glow
I'm a man
Use hands
I'm making the opps feel
smokin the people that just couldn't
roll with us
We packing he chokin, bust
I don't know what lacking is we get to clacking it back got the strap and I
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
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