Click Of My Fingers

(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?) (Ayy, Minxy, you goated) Yo - suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong, now I gotta sue that She says she don't want me no more, that's calm, it's nothin' to get me the new lap I was makin' a Snap', Crash chattin' 'bout wettings, now I gotta mute that And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new, I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man I just got a drop, I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not I fly girls that's not where I'm from, I hit from behind and she cummin' on top Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo, I've won bigger awards like top goal-scorer for the block Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage, unlimitеd linkage If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat, I'm not gonna bin this I've orchеstrated drills just with the click of my fingers (fingers) Now she slippin' her knickers Her lips were made for suckin', natural pattern, ain't got any fillers Back then, used to risk it, two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's, never had any spinners Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you two to do up the zippers When bro got nicked for the M, I weren't involved and still got the shivers No matter the time or weather, crackheads know I'll get it delivered She grew up in a good home, I don't know why her type's drug dealers and drillers The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'? Heard - the baddest boy on the block, bet me and bro turn that victim Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put on my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted? Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What happened when I caught - slippin'? Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin' I know big homes' intentions pitchin' Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches Probably those Golden Boys, still up to mischief Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're holdin' a mash for me, that's none of their business" The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers (JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?) (Ayy, Minxy, you goated)