Get 2 Clickin lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla & TG Crippy]
Like, what?
Ahh
Grrah, grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Grrah
Everybody drop them f*ckin' rakes n*gga (Grrah)
Mori, suck my f*ckin' di*k n*gga (Grrah, grrah)
Suck my di*k, smokin' on Nick n*gga, GD f*ckin' K n*gga
Nick in my f*ckin' spliff, word to my dead, n*gga (Grrah)
Gang

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Tried to run, he got shot in his shoulder (He got shot in his shoulder)
Don't run up, you get put on a poster (You get put on a poster)
Smokin' dead n*ggas, up in the boulder (Up in the boulder)
He tried to run, so we runnin' him over (So we runnin' him over)
Pop a perky, yeah I hate when I'm sober (Yeah I hate when I'm sober)
Ride with the knock on my side, I'ma loner (I'ma loner)
I'm a demon all thesе n*ggas dozers (All these n*ggas dozеrs)
I'ma start flockin' if n*ggas approach us (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And I'm tired of n*ggas tryna diss me (Tryna diss me)
b*tch, I'm throwin' up 5th with the Bizzy (Throwin' 5th with the Bizzy)
Know a opp that got shot in his kidney (Got shot in his kidney)
And if you jackin' the Gz, you a b*tchy (You a b*tchy)
Keep a sitchy, this sh*t can get sticky (sh*t can get sticky)
GDK, we don't f*ck with no Blixkys (GDK)
sh*t get risky, on the block with my knocks (Like, grrah)
n*ggas know me, I'm always on fifty (Grrah, grrah, boom)
I'ma grab my knocks, and get to clickin' (Get to clickin')
We the 'ooters, we ain't with the missin' (We ain't with the missin')
You know we ain't shootin from a distance (At all)
We tryna get a poster, get em missin' (Get 'em missin')
Off the wocky, got me feelin' different (Got me feelin' different)
Off the Yellow, got a n*gga itchin' (Got a n*gga itchin')
All my opps is losin', and we winnin' (And we winnin')
They know this sh*t get messy, when we spinnin' (When we spinnin')
Why these n*ggas keep droppin' my 5? (Why they droppin' my 5?)
Don't they know that's how lil' n*ggas die? (That's how lil' n*ggas die)
Last opp, got hit three times (Got hit three times)
I don't know how that lil' n*gga survived (Ahh)
Move suspicious, I'm uppin' the .9 (I'm uppin' the .9)
Yeah, they know I'm on that type of time (On that type of time)
And it's lit if you ain't one of mines (If you ain't one of mine)
I'ma spin through tryna leave n*ggas fried (Like, what?)
f*ck the Gz, f*ck the Jets (f*ck the Jets)
Spot lil' Nesty, and he gettin' left (And he gettin' left)
n*ggas filthy, on the set (On the set)
If I see Youssef he better step (Better step)
Let me know, like who next? (Like who next?)
They jackin' the opps, so it's everything dead (So it's everything dead)
f*ck a leg, I'm aimin' for the head (Aim for the head)
The shots pick 'em up, and then put 'em to bed, like (Put 'em to bed)
Spin the Lam, I'm lookin' for a victim (For a victim)
Bro threw a shot, he lucky that it missed him (Like, what?)
If they in the spot then we gon' blitz 'em (We gon' blitz 'em)
Know I'm out for the opps, I'm tryna clip them (Try to clip 'em)
If he bunny hop, I'm gettin' with 'em (Grrah, grrah)
Oh, he runnin'? Tell brodie to get 'em (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Get up on 'em, make sure that you hit 'em (Like)
Empty the clip on him, and leave 'em swimmin' (Ahh)
[Verse 2: Rayy Balla]
Smokin' on Dummy, Lotti, Rah-Rah (Rah-Rah)
All them n*ggas got wrapped like a mummy
.42 kickin', this sh*t gon' get ugly (Grrt)
Pass it to Kenzo, and watch him go dumb (Grrah)
Beam on the Glock, if they think they gon' run (They gon' run)
Hollows start flyin', sh*t entered his gut
We them ones hoppin' out, blitzin' both ways (Grrt)
Tryna leave a opp n*gga right there, like we should
Smokin' on JB, that sh*t get you killed lil' n*gga (Boom, boom)
Don't ever think y'all n*ggas good (Y'all not)
Last n*gga tripped, now he all in a spliff (Grrt)
Rah-Rah got shot, he was slumped in the whip (Ain't no way)
n*ggas ain't get back on none of that sh*t (They didn't)
Mex' died, n*ggas still rappin' and sh*t (Why y'all cappin'?)
Spot me a Jet, and I'm crashin that sh*t (I'm crashin' that sh*t)
Every opp shot, don't be lackin' and sh*t (Gang)
That's how Lotti went out, for not havin' his grip (Why he ain't have it?)
n*gga got poked, he was dead on the strip
Got a baddie, and she tryna hold on the blick (On the blick)
Said, "If we see the opps, we gon' throw the whole clip" (The clip)
He try to run, better pray he don't slip (Hop out)
Hop out, 2 deep, with the laser and sh*t (With the laser)
We start to sprayin' and sh*t, we ain't playin' that sh*t
We tryna rearrange sh*t (Rearrange)
Better start prayin' and sh*t, when these hollows start flyin'
'Cause when we shoot, no, we don't miss (We don't miss)
Walk up and tap one, just shoot out the whip (Grrt)
Pass it up Chase, he gon' give the assist (Grrah, grrah)
[Bridge: Rayy Balla & JayDaChaserr]
Pass it up Chase, he gon' give the assist (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Pass it up Chase, he gon' give the assist (Grrt)

[Verse 3: JayDaChaserr]
n*ggas off the Caine, so what? (So what?)
Smokin' Tico, this sh*t got a punch (sh*t got a punch)
n*ggas have no gun, they bums
n*ggas broke, they ain't coppin' no Runtz (They ain't coppin' no Runtz)
They said that it's up, leave it stuck (Leave it stuck)
When you see me, you all better duck (n*ggas all better duck)
n*ggas think that they tough, cause they got a gun
But never try to let 'em buss
Soon as I catch lil' Nami, I'm makin' it lit
The stocks I been feedin' been itchin' to blitz (Itchin' to blitz)
Off the Casa', they buggin', they takin' that risk, like
My n*ggas takin' that trip (n*ggas takin' that trip)
Never could lack, got the knock on my hip (On my hip)
Wrapped up, pus*y, that n*gga got stripped (n*gga, you is a b*tch)
If I spot me a Jet, I'll put 'em in a spliff
Back out, leave em like Dubs' on the strip (Like, Dubskii)
.45 pole, it sound like an explosion (Baow, baow)
Got the neighbors like, "What's the commotion?" (Grrah, grrah)
Baddie gon' hit 'em, give 'em to promotion
Don't got the knocks, then you know I'ma poke 'em (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Screamin', "What's gunnin'?" n*gga, I'ma show him
Hollows hit him, leave a n*gga frozen (LVK)
[?], if my n*ggas open (LVK, everythingK)
Leave em drownin', in his own ocean, grrt (Grrah, grrah)
If we miss, then that n*gga got lucky (n*gga got lucky)
Cars all dead, n*gga sh*t can get ugly (sh*t could get ugly)
Catch a hot one, if he try to bunny (If he try to— what?)
.380 bustin', better get to duckin'
I'm smokin' on Mexi, mix it with the Dummy (Dummy)
With the drills, we tryna hit they muffin (Jetski)
YGK n*gga, who really buggin'?
Lotti down, n*ggas still ain't do nothin' (Still ain't do nothin')
Yo Kenzo, yo Ray
Got the .9, let's take a trip today (A trip)
n*ggas gon' talk, until they hit the grave
And if he from the Gates, let's send him to the gates (Send him to the gates)
Hollows burn 'em, hit his brain
Bodies droppin', hit the pave'
OYK, too far, I'm smokin' Caine
n*ggas is pus*y, they don't put in pain
[Outro: Rayy Balla]
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
LVK, YGK, OYK, DrillyK
Grrah, grrah
Ahh