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And I'm chillin with my bitches aunt
And I'm finna put my clique on
Click clock don't stop stop yeah my wrist be
Too wat
Tube top, take it off
This a cross chain, bitch it ain't no rosary
Cause I don't thank god I got a pole on me
I got a sword on me
I got some gold on me
I got take my gloves off ain't no extorting me
(Ya ready?)
I love you
Click clock, don't stop, yeah my wrist is too wat
Tubetop, taking off, and yo body too hot
Ooo stop, throw ass, when we hit the shoe shop
Boots stomp toes tap when I post a new drop
This a cross chain bitch it aint a rosary
Cause I don't thank god now I got a pole on me
I got a sword on me
I got some gold on me
I got a bulletproof vest for those who loathin me
Bitch I got balls on me
I'd take a shot for free
Because your team is in the ground Them boys be haunting me
Them thots be robbing me
The pussy costing me
I'm bouta knock her down at your face bitch I'm targeting
I been playing god witchu cause you taunting me
I'm a real G now they think i might OD
Aint no cbd this is all thc
I been running through my grams it ain't no stopping me
I stayed on the wave and I think the finally noticing
And I think we gone win because i know the scene
I'm not an industry king I'm only 17
But if you wanna get ahead then catch a guillotine
Click clock, don't stop, yeah my wrist is too wat
Tubetop, taking off, and yo body too hot
Ooo stop, throw ass, when we hit the shoe shop
Boots stomp toes tap when I post a new drop
I got thrown in wit the sharks and had to learn to swim
I keep on trying but it feels like if I never win
She got me tired bouta drop her cause it never ends
So I'm not busy and I might just try n set a trend
Got a fou, got a fou, filled wit hollow leads
If he ain't show cause he a pussy we can kill his friends
This shit aint making sense it's bloodstains on my presidents
But I'll never get caught cause the shoe shop was my precedent
I can't feel my chest with all this poster pollie fill in
Looking at the crowd I know exactly how we feeling
Yeah I know they think it's dirty but they hear it and they fiending
Starting wit no traction I just had to put my feet in
Coked up, turnt up to the floor and now we flooring it
Walk in with no sign hand on my right that's where I'm storing it
HIT YOUR BABY MOMMA CAUSE SHE WANNA NO EXTORTING IT
BEST OBEY THE KID CAUSE HE GONE YELL IT'S NO IGNORING HIM
And I'm finna put my clique on
Click clock don't stop stop yeah my wrist be
Too wat
Tube top, take it off
This a cross chain, bitch it ain't no rosary
Cause I don't thank god I got a pole on me
I got a sword on me
I got some gold on me
I got take my gloves off ain't no extorting me
(Ya ready?)
I love you
Click clock, don't stop, yeah my wrist is too wat
Tubetop, taking off, and yo body too hot
Ooo stop, throw ass, when we hit the shoe shop
Boots stomp toes tap when I post a new drop
This a cross chain bitch it aint a rosary
Cause I don't thank god now I got a pole on me
I got a sword on me
I got some gold on me
I got a bulletproof vest for those who loathin me
Bitch I got balls on me
I'd take a shot for free
Because your team is in the ground Them boys be haunting me
Them thots be robbing me
The pussy costing me
I'm bouta knock her down at your face bitch I'm targeting
I been playing god witchu cause you taunting me
I'm a real G now they think i might OD
Aint no cbd this is all thc
I been running through my grams it ain't no stopping me
I stayed on the wave and I think the finally noticing
And I think we gone win because i know the scene
I'm not an industry king I'm only 17
But if you wanna get ahead then catch a guillotine
Click clock, don't stop, yeah my wrist is too wat
Tubetop, taking off, and yo body too hot
Ooo stop, throw ass, when we hit the shoe shop
Boots stomp toes tap when I post a new drop
I got thrown in wit the sharks and had to learn to swim
I keep on trying but it feels like if I never win
She got me tired bouta drop her cause it never ends
So I'm not busy and I might just try n set a trend
Got a fou, got a fou, filled wit hollow leads
If he ain't show cause he a pussy we can kill his friends
This shit aint making sense it's bloodstains on my presidents
But I'll never get caught cause the shoe shop was my precedent
I can't feel my chest with all this poster pollie fill in
Looking at the crowd I know exactly how we feeling
Yeah I know they think it's dirty but they hear it and they fiending
Starting wit no traction I just had to put my feet in
Coked up, turnt up to the floor and now we flooring it
Walk in with no sign hand on my right that's where I'm storing it
HIT YOUR BABY MOMMA CAUSE SHE WANNA NO EXTORTING IT
BEST OBEY THE KID CAUSE HE GONE YELL IT'S NO IGNORING HIM
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Writer(s): Alan Macias
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