KlickKlack

[Hook - 2x] They say guns kill people, stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people And I hang, with stupid motherfuckers It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck It start to clip, click-clack blucker-bluck [Tum Tum] Fo' niggas in a slab, dressed in black clothes Filling up the clip, smoke blowing out they nose Niggas trying to play Zilla, they owe the kid do' The playa already emotionally fell, for a stripper ho Oldest trick in the book, but fuck it it still works Niggas think with they other head, when it come to them skirts Waiting for Strawberry, to ring the burner celly Tell us when she ready, and we storming the telly Patiently waiting, and the cell phone vibrates Text message received, room 228 Tightened up my gloves, and walked up the stairs Tell Brown to grab a hoody, so we can cover up that bare Now y'all know Zilla, bout to really lose his cool Peeped through the window, this nigga rocking new dues Kicked in the door, one shot to the ceiling Then one to the leg, fuck boy where's my bread [Hook - 2x] [Tum Tum] Now Strawberry you can go, foxy I'll holla at you later Get with Double Double, he'll get you straight on that paper She leave out the do', we tie his clown ass up Nigga in debt with the kid, we gon fuck his bum ass up Smack passed this nigga cell phone, here's the address for them chippers Don't try nothing stupid, them AK's will rip you And I was willing to go out, like Sylvester in Rocky Guarantee I'll pop it, over the bread in my pocket Disrespect me nigga, I tried to let it slide Then we pulled up, see 24's on your ride New jewels on your neck, studs in your ear Ring is stung, like I can't make it disappear Cell phone rings, money there you work fast Just when I thought, I was bout to smoke your bitch ass Now I got my bread, I'm chilling I ain't gon kill him (fuck it Tum let's charge these niggas), fuck it Gram kill him