Dusty Locane and KG MoreBreesh - CLICC CLACC

Grrt
Boom boom boom (Jordan, is that you?)
Cloccs, more breesh, more breesh
That shit forever, nigga
(Shh) yeah, y'all already know nina Fever, get you 'peater (uh)
Long live KG
(This shit is a lifestyle)

I'm still with the click-clack, uh (I'm still with the click-clack, uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (packed up)
Hop out, we sendin' them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up
they know the vibe, we blow back trucks (boom, boom, boom)
I know the feds catch funds (feds)
Smackin' her ass, fat buns
Dig in her back, smashed up (smashed up)
(dig in her back, smashed up)

She know I don't play
I got glizzy on me every day
we don't talk about it, what I gotta say?
See, if I could really put in pain
Take a trip of mine, I'm tryna buy a plane
Bread and butter with me, yeah the BOK
We don't need no other niggas in the gang (never)
And I know you niggas know the same
Live by the gun, die by the flame
Gotta pay attention, lotta niggas hate
They don't wanna see my brothers do they thing (facts)
I got bitches tryna do her ting
Bitch, I need your addy, I ain't tryna stay
If you gettin' money, then you know the way (bread, bread)
We gon' keep it comin' every other day
Smokin' island pack, throwin' grain
Youngin' on the court, tryna hit a J

I got a lot to lose, but I ain't got shit to prove
Gettin' money, yeah, ain't nothin' new
Run into opps, boom
You was really goin' to school, I was ootin' with a tool
Keep it quiet, keep it cool
'Cause you ain't got shit to lose

I'm still with the click-clack, uh (I'm still with the click-clack, uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (boom, boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (packed up)
Hop out, we sendin' them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up
they know the vibe, we blow back trucks (boom)
I know the feds catch funds (feds)
Smackin' her ass, fat buns
Dig in her back, smashed up (smashed up)
(dig in her back, smashed up)

My Rollie go click-clack-boom (click-clack, click-clack)
Pussy nigga make you move (make ya move)
Life on the line, what you gon' do? (What you do?)
Grown man, you cannot step in my shoes
Head tap for thinkin' y'all niggas smooth (think y'all smooth)
Now we got us a victim (a victim)
Critical condition, we itchin' (I'm itchin')
Stuck to the code, I ain't switchin' (I ain't never gon' switch)
Oh, she want to roll with the gang? (With the gang)
Gotta tuck the nina in her purse (in ya purse)
Show my niggas what you worth (what you worth?)
Baby girl, make it twerk (make it twerk)
Trigger finger my reaction (grrt)
Spin for nigga, go to church (amen)
Opposition like to lurk (why you lurk?)
His next stop is a hearse (on hood)

I'm still with the click-clack, uh (I'm still with the click-clack, uh)
Jump in back with the jawn (boom, boom)
You know that this clip packed up
She wanna fuck with a thug
She know I be big packed up
I cannot fuck with no dubs
You know that shit big packed up (packed up)
Hop out, we sendin' them slugs
And you could get shit snatched up
Step in the spot, masked up (masked up)
Niggas be mad, act up
they know the vibe, we blow back trucks (boom, boom, boom)
I know the feds catch funds (feds)
Smackin' her ass, fat buns
Dig in her back, smashed up (smashed up)
(dig in her back, smashed up)

(Jordan, is that you?)

Written by:
Reginald Miot, KG MoreBreesh

Publisher:
Lyrics © EMPIRE

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