Lyrics:
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
outta the strap
I'm makin it crack
Until you all go flat
Cause I ain't gonna see black
Until I get back
And make y'all feel the wrath
So click click click
strugglin
Boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
just what you negotiate
You want the bag, I want the safe
Click-clack, nobody safe
Clap, you look like fashion and my verses be like rappin' class
the trap
Fuck the money
Homicide season bodies getting stacked
(Doo doo)
Hully Gully, sliding with the strap
Choppa twist his hat, no cap
(Click clack) hit
from breathin
[007]
Retaliation
Look at all the heat that you're facing
15 niggas agg in your living room waiting
Passin out shit, bags
Click clacks -
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
This your boy, Trick Trick (Trick Trick, Detroit)
I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob)
I got my dawg Lil
facts, big big facts
I made it from the corner store im quick with the maths
And that’s big big facts big big facts
Eaz make the ting click clack it click
come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think that
I'm low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
the young jits die
They ain't have no OGs, So all they know is squeeze
Ian tryna see the grave, rather get took by police
Hear that click clack, Hands up
a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash
I wave
a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash
I wave
Its Domooo three O's don't forget that
The motto is click clack or get back
My nigga Danno told me that
Play, he blowing yo shit back
And I been
switch that
Neck cold wrist froze like a six pack
Hot shit brick it back like click clack
To get back
Looking for new shit nigga this that
Just put
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little
a passion
And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson
When I come you better run for ammo
Or get played like a fuckin' piano
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice
please don't act, and make me click clack
Now I do damage y'all cant manage
Bring your girl make a Heavy D sandwich
What the deal you wanna slide with
Beyblades
We gon spin right thru
Pills really kill, I don’t take Es
I feel like Ice Cube
Rap Attack of the Clones
Like Kamino, my brother
He trap off
of your head
One word is what I said, click clack and you're dead
Put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
I hit ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head
educated
Hated by the ladies, cause her cherry on top getting popped, on the daily
Now I wanna see you climb to the top, top, top
Hit it from the back
profit, you can't stop it, I'm the topic, oh God!
This is the get back
I'm comin' back for the shit I deserve
If you don't get that then click, clack, bang
by the guns kids
Them boys from the hood are always hard
Coming talking that trash, we'll pull your card
We on that Eazy and Ice Cube shit
Always keep
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
Like a dude you can bet on,
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