Lyrics

(Dvus Texas nigga) Click clack Nigga pump fake he be a dead opp Click clack Fuck a temp fade, I'm givin' head shots Click clack The bullets like Akainu fist red hot Click clack He talkin out his neck that nigga bet not Click clack This bitch get surgical and hit a spleen shot Click clack This ruger leave him still like he a screen shot Click clack It chamber blue tips but got a green dot Click clack His daddy was a gangsta nigga he not That pistol on me I'm chillin, coolin You wouldn't even know I'm packin, uh That silly bitch try me he stupid I'll have his ass in a casket, uh Two AR's in my mattress Star Wars we zap 'em, tragic Hit his ass wit that ratchet Leave a hole in him like Raditz, nigga I come at you direct, nigga I ain't doing no man in the middle He was playing so we plan to get him Can't get him get his family member No Activision I ain't playing wit him Headshot caught and aneurysm Fifty clip Ion plan to miss him Leave a mess like my manners missing Ion even know why I practice boxing Ima fire off first chance I get Before I hit a nigga wit a one, slip two Ima hit a nigga ass wit a brass tip We ain't passive we don't pass shit These bullets thicker than a bad bitch I see through you squares like a glass brick You don't know who you fucking wit, catfish Click clack Nigga pump fake he be a dead opp Click clack Fuck a temp fade, I'm givin head shots Click clack The bullets like Akainu fist red hot Click clack He talkin out his neck that nigga bet not Click clack This bitch get surgical and hit a spleen shot Click clack This ruger leave him still like he a screen shot Click clack It chamber blue tips but got a green dot Click clack His daddy was a gangsta nigga he not Nigga thinking ima hoe or sumn I'll leave his ass in the street Just talkin loud on the internet he don't really wanna see me I'm gangsta down to my chromosomes got playa wrote in my genes I'll spend the night at yo bitch crib Ion need no Air BnB nigga That iron sound like a thunderbolt I done hit his ass wit that lighting I'm cooler than a blue Gatorade don't know why ya man don't like me Hit the heavy bag in my Orthodox Muay Thai stance I'm striking I done introduced her to real nigga it ain't no nigga that's like me, uh Walk in room get to glowing He know my name and ion even know him Four legs how I stand on shit He think ima hoe well ima fucking show him Brisket meat how ima fuckin smoke him Hollow point blood have him choking Coughing spitting up hemoglobin Because this choppa chop chop fucked him over Click clack Nigga pump fake he be a dead opp Click clack Fuck a temp fade, I'm givin head shots Click clack The bullets like Akainu fist red hot Click clack He talkin out his neck that nigga bet not Click clack This bitch get surgical and hit a spleen shot Click clack This ruger leave him still like he a screen shot Click clack It chamber blue tips but got a green dot Click clack His daddy was a gangsta nigga he not (Click clack) (Click clack)
Writer(s): Corde Burns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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