Lyrics:
chances are ima dub that
Shoot my shot click-clack pull the thing back
My top might drop
And my chain may shine
But no amount of money gon make me blind
Brick wall, waterfall
I think IB got it all
You think that he don't
Well I think he do
Click clack boom with the attitude
I got something that will
cause I may not be here tomorrow
World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you
And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga shit ain't changed
One word too many, get your mouth rearranged
One nigga too many, shells go click-click
Clack-clack
ou what a view
Nasty
I do em all nasty
Got yo bitch nasty
Click clack nasty
Nasty
Word around town I'm the op nigga
You gone talk some shit you get
Click clack he gone dis chop is weighing a ton
Yea he mad cause she singin my songs
Chopin heads like I work at salons
Im in this money like
amazing, (amazing)
Click clack bang bang protecting you like Bonney.
You're all that I need, I clearly see its the you for me.
Its the you for me,
Its
Should’ve known I’d beat you
Now it’s on sight, yeah
Click Clack, Let it blow, Let it go
Leave Ya soul all over Ya nikes yeah
Body on the Floor, So cold
Wanna
the daps
Who? What?
Click clack, drop back, it's a South Side jack
From the 8-7 Lack, with my hustlers in the back
I'm South Side raised yea I'm down by law
We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped
Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match
Rather see us on our
Spiritual Soldiers in the front, click clack
Gotta make it now, it's no time to backtrack
Gotta get the bread, Dawg, word to JayMac, Let's go
Lost
just mind your business
It go click-clack, that's a heart attack Start some shit, get finished
That's a mismatch, why they call it that
Nigga might end
They call it get back, fuck around nigga, got his hit back
Hit all in the head, damn near, dead nigga on the shit back
Click clack, I know that these
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out
click the shit back (clack, clack clack)
This is the deal, you get on the floor, lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see
don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea we're smoking
don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea we're smoking
or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg
chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang
Chitty
and I pull up with tha stick
Murder your whole click, just To make you eat shit
You a pussy nigga and we click clack brick
47s by tha do..
Killaz boutta
automatic
Ain't no one gon' test this man, clack-click
We as a Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been
We better
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