Me and Klik (feat. John Wicks & JackBoy)
Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin'
Damn who make this beat, 'cause I'm stealin' it
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame, 'cause now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Thinking when I ain't had shit
They was always pickin' on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin' from the Projects now I'm rich
Remember when I hadn't hit a lick
Now I'm flashin' on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain't got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
All this flavor, I be saucin' on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin' when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin' in this shit
I'm leakin' like a faucet on the wrist
That robbin' put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin' while I pull up in the Tesla
I'ma take yo' lady 'cause she special
I keep the pipe, 'cause I'ma bust it if there's pressure
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame now I'm lit
I might snatch yo' chain and yo' bitch
Been goin' hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin' hard, 'cause really I'm like next up
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can't catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo' two cents, you broke, fuck yo' lecture
Don't want pressure, my snipers goin' extra
Don't you test us, like teachers we give lessons (yeah, baby)
Cross 'em up, sniper goin' issa
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin' in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don't know that it's a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit here mine now
I'm on house arrest, but I still be ridin' around
And I can't wife ya up, I can't be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can't put the fire down
Just bought a AP, went lit up my wrist gang
G1 taught me right I got that whip gang
The industry they hit a lick on Biscayne
Fuck the industry I'm in the streets for real mayne
I'd like to stick around with the kliks, niggas say they in the field takin' pics
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flam now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Damn who make this beat, 'cause I'm stealin' it
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame, 'cause now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Thinking when I ain't had shit
They was always pickin' on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin' from the Projects now I'm rich
Remember when I hadn't hit a lick
Now I'm flashin' on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain't got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
All this flavor, I be saucin' on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin' when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin' in this shit
I'm leakin' like a faucet on the wrist
That robbin' put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin' while I pull up in the Tesla
I'ma take yo' lady 'cause she special
I keep the pipe, 'cause I'ma bust it if there's pressure
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flame now I'm lit
I might snatch yo' chain and yo' bitch
Been goin' hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin' hard, 'cause really I'm like next up
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can't catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo' two cents, you broke, fuck yo' lecture
Don't want pressure, my snipers goin' extra
Don't you test us, like teachers we give lessons (yeah, baby)
Cross 'em up, sniper goin' issa
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin' in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don't know that it's a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit here mine now
I'm on house arrest, but I still be ridin' around
And I can't wife ya up, I can't be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can't put the fire down
Just bought a AP, went lit up my wrist gang
G1 taught me right I got that whip gang
The industry they hit a lick on Biscayne
Fuck the industry I'm in the streets for real mayne
I'd like to stick around with the kliks, niggas say they in the field takin' pics
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
You can't spark my flam now I'm lit
I might snatch ya' chain and ya' bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Danny Snodgrass, Masnick Sainmelus, Bill Kapri
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