Click Clack

I got that click-clack, bang-bang, hit a nigga up

It's that young nigga, Rich Gang, we don't give a fuck

Give your bitch this dang-a-lang, she gon' give me some

Got that big AK thang, sittin' in the trunk

That bitch called my phone askin' me about my other ho

If she keep pressing, I'mma fuck around and fuck her, though

Bitches, snitches and fake niggas, I don't fuck with those

Swear you niggas pussy, niggas chicken like Buffalos

Ride around in that Porsche, cops tryna blurt me, of course

Your niggas don't eat pork, my niggas don't do court

Murder, murder, murder, murder

You niggas ain't beefin' with a hamburger (it's 400!)

Said my homies gettin' high (to my homies gettin' high)

Swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die)

I said my homies gettin' high (my homies gettin' high)

Swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die)

You can find me in the Bay, and I'm riding Continental

Bumpin' Mac Dre, and he got me on my thizzle

Fill that up with lead like a motherfuckin' pencil

Bitch gon' give me head while I'm loading up my pistol

See the homie YG, rollin' down my window

Said they try and try me, what you tryna get into?

Fuckin' with the wrong one, we gon' get revenge

Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, five shots in your Benz

Fuckin' with the wrong niggas, those are not your friends

They a bunch of wearin' thong niggas, hiding behind tints

See you fuckin' with the Trap Lord, you committing sins

You gon' get what you asked for: two shots to the chest