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Click Clack (feat. Camrhen)
by YungBoy Pay$on
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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
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
