KlickKlack lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Hook - 2x]
They say guns kill people, stupid motherf*ckers with guns kill people
And I hang, with stupid motherf*ckers
It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck
It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck

[Tum Tum]
Fo' n*ggas in a slab, dressed in black clothes
Filling up the clip, smoke blowing out they nose
n*ggas trying to play Zilla, they owe the kid do'
The playa already emotionally fell, for a stripper ho
Oldest trick in the book, but f*ck it it still works
n*ggas think with they other head, when it come to them skirts
Waiting for Strawberry, to ring the burner celly
Tell us when she ready, and we storming the telly
Patiently waiting, and the cell phone vibrates
Text message received, room 228
Tightened up my gloves, and walked up the stairs
Tell Brown to grab a hoody, so we can cover up that bare
Now y'all know Zilla, bout to really lose his cool
Peeped through the window, this n*gga rocking new dues
Kicked in the door, one shot to the ceiling
Then one to the leg, f*ck boy where's my bread

[Hook - 2x]
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