Keep Klickin lyrics

(intro: kenzo balla)
Grah, grah, boom
Like, like, big doa
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grah (D-D-D-D-D-Dutchie)

(verse 1: kenzo balla)
Why these little dirty n*ggas tryna diss, like they mans ain't get took off the list
Mixing Lucci and dubz in the spliff (dubskii!)
We them n*ggas doing all the hits (like what?)
We them n*ggas making all the spliffs (like what?)
Lookin for Vatos Spinning through they strip
Crackin they taco everytime we blitz
[?] Knockaa on my hip (gllt bow)
And i heard n*ggas giving out heat [?] (like what?)
Till we leave them n*ggas on the scene chеcked (leave him on thе what?)
5th2da7ev, them n*ggas know that we next (5th2da7ev)
n*ggas doing bad they linkin wit da jets (no jetz)
n*ggas mixy, y'all n*ggas ain't jack the set (at all)
So much dead jets, we show no respect (we dont!)
If i spot an LV then he getting left (he is)
How the f*ck they ooters on them n*ggas set[?] (they dont)
We vicious. We them n*ggas that really be spinnin our opps on the [?] (they didn't)
Brody get up on 'em get to clickin' (get to clickin')
sh*t can get spooky when we on a mission (when we on a mission!)
We them n*ggas that they shouldn't mention (That they shouldn't mention) cuz we really rap what we livin' (we rap what we livin!)
They jus cap in they raps, they ain't bendin (they ain't bendin)
Play with me, thats your life that im endin' (thats your life that im endin')
Yeah, you chattin, but what did you do ? (what did you do?)
Better duck when i run into you (when i run into you)
Hollow tips leave him wet like a pool (leave him wet like a pool)
One false move, and im dumpin at you (and im dumpin at you)
Deuce, shi got it tucked in the shoe (like what!)
We been ootin' , this ain't nothing new (This ain't nothing new!)
I was even buggin in the schools (buggin in the schools.)
Caught me an opp and punched him out his shoes (punched him out his shoes)
We the woks that really got it locked (MB)
n*ggas said they spinnin but they not (they not)
If they try to spin they gettin flocked (then they gettin flocked)
[?] throw more than ten right at the opp (ten right at the opp)
Mr. PickEmOff, I got a hitlist (Got a hitlist)
Up the 25 and call it Christmas (call it what ?)
Get up close, i can't shoot from a distance
Clickin and keep on clickin till its finished (clickin till its finished)
(verse 2: Huntaa)
[?] to my n*ggas and saying
You know this gun firing like we in a race
And the Vatos, They dont put in pain
This n*gga got [?] and start aimin for legs
Cause im aimin for knockaz when i ride
Dont be lackin, this clip boutta pop eyes
Cause as soon as i up it let shots fly
Folk gone be mad when they saying their bye-byes
I told brodie "Lets smoke on some zaza"
I roll Dubski and mixed it with Rah Rah
Im not just a rapper, i do this
These n*ggas jus rap and start typin computers
Like how y'all believe in the ooter?! Got caught wit da knocks and not how to maneuver
Dont run, dont trip, you fall on your face, you know that its lit