Click It lyrics

[Chorus: AB]
Why you livin' your life for likes? Watchin' my 'Gram to see how I'm livin'
I get the money in different positions, I had the baddie in different positions
Ten toes down, my Forces stickin', you get the shot don't brick it
Brodie with me 'cause I know he gon' click it

[Verse 1: AB & Kyle Richh]
And we cannot clique up, double shot, want all my liquor (Huh)
That b*tch a baby, she keep on callin' me, "Daddy"
I bust down the Rollie, I bust down the Pate', I flew on a plane and I touched down in Cali'
They lookin' for clout, I'm lookin' for static (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter]
Got this semi', this sh*t automatic
Bro gotta throw up anytime that he throw (Like, damn)
And we stay on that Court', Thunder be scorin' like he was a pro (Likе, what?)
I'm with AB, these b*tches go crazy off 'Migos and Don Julio
Likе, it's a party, we roll up the opps (Like, damn), front line, I ain't duckin' no smoke (b*tch, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Said I'm tired of the rap beef and tell all-'em go bend (Go bend)
f*ck the opps, it's us, never them (Like, what?)
4z on top, we don't follow the trend (Grrah, on me)
F-four Gz in this all-black car, hop out, hunch back, now he look like Shamar (Like, what?)
Bullets is makin' him pop, no tart (Like, damn)
And they call me the King, 'cause I ball like DeMar (Grrah-grrah-grrah; Grrah)

[Verse 3: Jenn Carter & TaTa]
b*tch, I been hot like it's ninety degrees ('Gress, uh)
Why n*ggas ootin' from different angles?
They know that I stay in love with the breesh (b*tch)
b*tch, I be drippin' way down to my ankles
And, all of my n*ggas is veterans (Woo)
Red, white, and blue on my body, American (Grrah)
With my G, I got different adrenaline
Who on my body in love with the Benjamins? (It's Carter, di*khead)
Why n*ggas mentionin' me? (Like?)
I got attention they seek (Grrah), never lackin', I came with my G
They hate on me 'cause I'm best in the scene
Bullets gon' crack him like I was a fiend
Dummy, I can't be coppin' no plea (Grrah-grrah)
I'm with KR, he shootin' like J.R., 41 the hottest, I came where they be (41 shots to the head)
[Verse 4: TaTa]
b*tch, posted with savages, throwin' up threes (On bro)
Yeah, like, I been itchin' to shoot, on bro, I got more than a trick up my sleeve, n*gga
Walk in a spot and they leave (Boom, boom), double back, I'm flickin' on his team
b*tch, he 'bout to die with his homie
Throw on my hoodie, I'm not to be seen, n*gga
Said I don't want the rap beef no more, pass me the G
I don't gotta put money on that n*gga head, 'cause lil bro tryna do it for free
I can't wait 'til the savages free (On bro), 48 him, he think I ain't peep him? b*tch (Get that n*gga, grrah)
Why he talkin' like he ain't get—, when the 4z had seen him? b*tch

[Chorus: AB]
Why you livin' your life for likes? Watchin' my 'Gram to see how I'm livin'
I get the money in different positions, I had the baddie in different positions
Ten toes down, my Forces stickin', you get the shot don't brick it
Brodie with me 'cause I know he gon' click it