Clicking Flashcards
Kay Kay my brother, for him, take a risk
Snuck in the party, we snuck all the grips
Call bro Nazzi, he ain’t even trip
I got a .40, this shit got kick
I’ma keep dumping, empty out the clip
I ride for my bloodies, call stains in the six
Dougie keep spinnin’, almost crashed the whip
Dougie keep-
I said Kay Kay my brother, for him, take a risk (grra)
Snuck in the party, we snuck all the grips (grra-grra-grra)
Call bro Nazzi, he ain’t even trip (skrr)
I got a .40, this shit got kick (boom-boom-boom)
I’ma keep dumping, empty out the clip
I ride for my bloodies, call stains in the six (grr, boom-boom-boom)
Dougie keep spinnin’, almost crashed the whip (skrr)
Told him keep dumping, told cuz, “Let it rip”
I’ma keep clicking ‘til this bitch is finished (grra)
On parole with a chop, still moving too hot
And the bro’s like, “Kay, you don’t listen” (Kay, you don’t listen)
Bitch I’m get back gang, not sit back gang
Like no nigga, you better listen
If they see you, bet they up the Smitthin’
Then they like, “Kay, I see why you spinnin’?” (Spinnin’)
You a dummy, you should’ve been clickin’ (stupid) like
And they thought I was buggin’, like (like)
It’s just, I ain’t for nothing, like (fuck)
Talk hot, I just start buggin’ like
Adrenaline rushin’, I might take his mother life, like
Why these niggas is actors? (Actors)
Bitch, I shoot like the Raptors
Gang in the back and they blitz like the Packers
You don’t shoot like you Kobe, you play for the Lackers, like
I told Dougie, “Bro, ain’t no assists”
When my trigger finger start to itch
Like who screamin’ Drilly on my strip?
If he do then I’m letting more than six (grra, boom)
Got a baddie like Lilo & Stitch
Yellow-bone, red-head totin’ on sticks like (baddie)
Keep it real, stand tall, don’t switch
If she back it out, bet y’all running like Rick, like (boom)
I said Kay Kay my brother, for him, take a risk
Snuck in the party, we snuck all the grips (grra-grra-grra)
Call bro Nazzi, he ain’t even trip
I got a .40, this shit got kick (boom-boom-boom)
I’ma keep dumping, empty out the clip
I ride for my bloodies, call stains in the six (grr, boom-boom-boom)
Dougie keep spinnin’, almost crashed the whip
Told him keep dumping, told cuz, “Let it rip”
Gang, gang
Don’t run, don’t run
Don’t run, don’t trip…
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