Ayy, huh, I go Click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch
Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits
Fuck it up, give me someHeavy-hitting jane, don′t hit the blunt
She be sucking on my dick before y'all kissin′
Never been the same since I saw the roof missin'
Goin' up in the cut
Forty round rifle hit the door, don′t shut it
Said: Don′t shut it, bitch, keep coming
I got hella bands, and my bank stay flooded
Do you wanna dance? Might dance, say: Fuck it
And the Louis V stays on when we fuckin'
Bitch, talk, just cut it, end of discussion
Got big bands, I know that you doesn′t
You a tough man, but my Glock got you runnin'
I′m tryna understand why yo' bitch keep suckin′
Got my Louis V stained by yo' bitch
I might fuck with the Glock, we in the whip
I two-faced my watch, can't hear it tick
I might hit a one-two like Chris B did, ayy
I nеver been broke since I madе these hits
And I′m in the backseat with your bitch, I kiss
And I′m laying in the sun where the blissfulness
And I'm laying in the sun where the blissfulness
′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh
I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk
Candid, I′m uh, can I just uh?
I keep a gun, i got a uh
'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh
I got yo′ bitch, got case in the trunk
Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh?
I keep a gun, i got a uh
(I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah)
(I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah)
I go click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch
Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits
Fuck it up, give me some
Heavy-hitting jane, don't hit the blunt
′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh
I got yo′ bitch, got case in the trunk
Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh?
I keep a gun, i got a uh
′Cause I got a uh, I got a uh
I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk
Candid, I′m uh, can I just uh?
I keep a gun, i got a
