NLE Choppa - Clicc Clacc Lyrics

Yeah
Run the studio
Shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, the youngest to duel wit' a team (young)
I'm shootin' my shot like aren' (yeah)
My niggas ball like LeBron
Yeah, we got the ring (ayy, yeah)
He think that a young nigga lackin' (no)
I turned this bitch to a thriller
Like my name was Michael Jackson (hee, hee)
Yeah, yeah, Glock in my lap in traffic
Roll down the window, you know that I'm blastin'
Just like Denzel, all about action (bitch)
You thought I had luggage because I be packin'
She givin' me brain while the young nigga laid up
I'm a big dog nigga, better get his weight up (rr)
Last I got whacked, he met his maker
Put nut on her face like it was some makeup (yeah, yeah)

Clicc clacc, ratatat
.223s through your back, mmh (yeah)

Bitch, I ball like I'm Giannis (uh, yeah, ayy)
My clip, it hold about a hunnid (yeah, yeah, ayy)
We at your head just like a bunny (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, that murder shit is what we livin' for (twenty shots, ten dimes)
I caught him lackin' at the corner store (yeah)
You say that I'm not killin'
But you don't even know me though (bitch)
Bitch, I put a hole up in your head
Just like a Cheerio (yeah, yeah)

Clicc clacc, ratatat
.223s through your back, yeah

Clicc clacc, ratatat, yeah, yeah
I'm goin' in for my niggas in cell
F*ck the judge, they won't give 'em no bail
They sayin I'm hot, I'm hotter than Hell
They playin my songs on top of the jail
Brand new ice on the brand new watch
In the brand new drop top (yeah, yeah)
Just left V Live with a new stripper
That's a new thot thot (yeah, yeah)
Take her to the crib, I'm all in her guts
I'm giving her backshots (yeah, yeah)
I f*cked her so good, she turned around
And thought I had two cocks (yeah, yeah)

Clicc clacc, ratatat
.223s through your back, mmh