Click, Click, Clack lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo you never heard Drag release sh*t on wax
Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack
I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons
I'ma be around for eons put n*ggas where the bums pee on
This ain't basketball three on three
It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly
They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me
Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me
I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day
And be back on the subway
Y'all act like b*tches what y'all thought the 4-4 play?
I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway
You might be him, so get the f*ck out the hallway
Drag hate a sometime n*gga I bring it always
Cuz I'm as hot as the gun n*ggas pop from roofs
Where the birds at now, act like you ain't heard that

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Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack


[Verse 2]
Ayo n*ggas think they real well I'ma pop em with two
He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool
Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D
Dumped his body ASAP
Who the only n*gga who that could come through with a Benz two door
But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore
Leave a n*gga huntin for the draws, wantin to score
It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure
Cuz I'ma n*gga that take from the poor and give to the poor
Now you never heard that sh*t before
I probably send your kids to job corps
So what the f*ck you got a ride for
And pump crack, I just bag the b*tch up your block you know I be back
And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks
Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash
But I put a n*gga below fast

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[Verse 3]
And dirty b*tches I'm tired of grabbin long hair
f*ckin y'all from the rear, I'ma stop f*ckin all year
Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years
In the same pit, guess who gon be the b*tch
You guessed it, now shut the f*ck up and respect it in here
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover
I tie 20 n*ggas up and have enough rope
Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke
Cuz I circle your block like the cops
The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots

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