Clickin

Trying to get my pockets swole, my boy, he called me up and said
BONES, we need you on the block, some busters need to see they grave
I hopped out the bed and grabbed the dope that's on my nightstand
Rolled one up and hopped inside the hoopty, I'll be right there
Eyes red, ready to buck, clickin' off them evil blunts
Bitches acting super tough 'til they see me steppin' up
Me, I hit the corner oh-so hard, my tire damn near popped
Then I saw my boy and saw them pussies that was talking hot
Threw that bitch in park and hopped out clickin', let the weapon spark
Then they got to running while I'm chasing, 'bout to beat the spot
Standing over his body, now he crying, shaking, something sweet
Slowly dying, I'm replying, "Time to meet the reaper, B"

(Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac
(Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back
(Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac
(Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back

Mister 2-11, comin' straight up out the morgue, ho
Stick you for everything you own, but problem is I need more, ho
Damn motherfucker tried to play me for a plug, bitch
I pull up with demons every night and watch 'em dump clips
Pull up when the block is hot (Hot)
Lookin' for the cat, don't stop (Stop)
You need it done at the bottom, I get it poppin', whatever you want (What?)
Lookin' at my face, don't bother me
I would never try to go cry to me
I cannot give a fuck, ride with the system up, bass in the trunk with a pound or three

And it be like that, yeah, yeah
Bitch, it be like that, uh
Yeah, it be like that, uh, uh
What? Ayy, BONES
Deergod, bitch



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Writer(s): Marc Taylor, Elmo O Connor
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