Click Clack ft. Camrhen Lyrics

Track go 250, I whiplash my neck

All you niggas broke, how you flexin' in debt

Niggas talkin' crazy, how you flex when you dead

I'm with the generals, you niggas not even cadet

She said she love me, I got racks, when I walk in

Pussy nigga talk down, I stopped em from talkin

Range get to hawkin, got guns, Hulk Hogan

In a coupe like Paul, slam a nigga like I'm Logan

In a coupe like Paul, slam a nigga like I'm Logan

I'm finna kick this bitch off like,

I just made a touchdown

Party on the weekend,

Takin' shots before the sundown

If you wanna keep your hoe,

Then don't you bring that bitch round

Nah, nah, don't you bring that bitch round

I've been steady chasin' money,

That's my bitch now,

Way too many hoes tryna play,

They get kicked round, yeah, they get kicked round

Niggas not in my section, came with these weapons They'll never crack the murder,

But they might give me possession

I know you never heard bout a real nigga like me

If it really go down, I am not dying

They think it's sweet, this is not what it seems

I got a couple beams, I turn this bitch into a scene

I got a Smith & Wesson, turn this bitch into a scene

I know you not my lover,

Like that bitch named Billie Jean

You could keep a woman

If you treat her like a queen

But you ain't really bout it,

So you keep me in between

That's a fact, I murder on every track I drip,

You can see the splash,

Should already have a plaque

You talkin', I know it's wack

You rappin', I know it's cap

That 40 go click-clack, you better go get back

That 40 go click-clack, you better go get back