Click About It

[Intro] Click about it mayne, everything we do is click about it We started this shit, and we still in this shit And we prob’ly gon’ end up endin this shit [Verse 1] Y’all must a forgot! The first rappers to talk about triple beans and gumbo pots Movin the block like Pedro, ridin around in a lexus Really from the shit (shit), Still wit d shit (shit) Good wit d fist (fist), and wit d wrist Game sick(sick),cold (cold), first rap album to go gold Damn it mayne, we made it 700,000 sold (sold) Independently, without the major vendors (major vendors) Grass root from the soil, underground like prince It’s a brand new day, same old diva Easy to spot ,like the spots on a cheetah Everything I touch, I’m a win, know it Suga T, dahida, bahida, blow it Hey (hey), don’t I look pretty Street smart, straight from the turf, still griddy Range Rover (uh), sittin on the brawn If you got enough gouda I can be yo baby ma [Chorus] Everything is just click about it,click about it,click about it (x4) [Verse 2] I step to it, with the 4 sever rich nigga Ya’ll mirror me shot call a big hitta I’m jus like the gas that fuse the pump To all my bitches I bash d cunt Ain’t nuttin change from the boss you knew Anything you heard is prob’ly true I’m offline, online, still on d grind Playa I ain’t neva scared to speak to ma mind I’m on d same old gang, game of saffs Flow from death row, same old gas You ain’t gotta ask what d boys have 8’s on d Chevy but it’s filled wit rims I eat my veggies, greens and corn Knock prostitutes, fuck bitches and porn To do some sworn in, if you wid it I’m back Everything I do, I’m sick wid and about it [Chorus] [Verse 3] Money invested, money investing The beat is sick, so the click had to inject it We in the venue, we on a case Any problems boy, they can get erased My pain is new, the cut is classic Tami nice but we still go extra mannish My fist is sharp, my spit is gassy Feel d base, cause my click is everlastin [Chorus]