Click Clack 가사

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