Da Wild Boyz - Click Click (Cash Money Diss) lyrics

[Chorus] 2x's Anytime you come to New York City Click, click Juvey money, give me your sh** Click, click Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed All y'all n***as gonna die word born [Ms. Cali] I'm an east coast b**h Pull, co*k, spit Hot boys sh** Straight, run your sh** Bling, bling Yeah i want the rolex and chains Medallions and rings Bracelets and earrings Comin' up north Stuntin', n***as we gunnin' Hit y'all for somethin' Hit y'all for frontin' b**h cat mark from the blocks where i be at Juvenile'll get slapped Bet u understand that B.G., I got you Dope needle pop you Stompin' with big dogs Lil' Wayne wrong game Hop turn south My click still rocks Eat your face New York Style, you'll get it in streets New getty the streets Beat your head to a break beat f** B.G I'll merk Juvenile Lil' Wayne, you still a child Stay in your place Fo' i empty in you face You b**h cats get mashed out, catch you in my city Don't check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50 Ear to ear Bring yo monkey a** up here B.G., them lips, hammers pushed through your sh** Up against the wall, bling, comin' off your wrist Face that wall, where yo chopper now b**h Runnin' now trick, it's New York City We don't play fair n***a, we get gritty f** New York ha Slick talk ha Quick talk ha We gone f** you ha Y'all been played out Lungs hanging out Eyes open war You gone die in New York [Chorus] 2x's What kinda boy put a Glock in your head What kinda boy make sure you dead (wodie) What kinda boy take it off your wrist Shove the fifth through your lips Slap the sh** out yo chick (wodie) What kinda boy run New York with thugs See them Hotboy n***as fill 'em up with slugs (wodie) What kinda boy run with cats in the south See Juvenile and Wayne, put the gat in they mouth (wodie) What kinda boy can't respect B.G With them big a** lips, how that n***a gone speak (wodie) What kinda n***a wild out in the club Signing Hotboy shows, just to stick 'um up (wodie) We don't like y'all n***as for real We catch you in New York, click click you deals (wodie) What kinda boy catch Wayne on my girl Put the heat into his braids, give that n***a the curl Boy you got that watch on Gat you up Boy you got that ice on Gat you up You got a 30 mil' deal huh Gat you up You don't know about the real huh Gat you up My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot (what, what) My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot (what, what) My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot (what, what) My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot (what, what) My Glock is hot [Chorus] 2x's Wild Boyz run up in your studio b**h Let me catch you in New York on some hot boy sh** I'ma murder you, y'all n***as can't come up here We got n***as in the hoop, that make y'all disappear It's war son, beef, I'ma burn your flesh Since y'all wanna be hot, we gone burn you to d**h Juv, you think its sweet, since the hot bullsh** We gone cool you n***a, on some gun bust sh** We gone rock you n***a, on some N.Y. sh** Let us out, but y'all n***as can't come and chill If we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill n***a U Understand that, clack up, done deal Break y'all crack, corny n***a for this here Y'all set it off, get your city, come up here Bury y'all n***as, hands tied, bu*t f**ed The block hot Wayne, show yo young a** the pain Catch yo potnas sh**, word to mind it''ll bang All y'all cowards, gun lead showers Got a b**h with a dick, face f** y'all for hours [Chorus] 2x's [Talking] Look y'all cats is a**ed. Y'all n***as can't rhyme How you gone settle on my click You can't come to New York, no more. We see you it's on You can't come to Brooklyn We'll rob you and send yo a** back in a box You can't come to the Bronx We'll stomp you the f** out, muthaf**a Any one of the bubbles, y'all barred You barred from the capital of the world, muthaf**a We catch you in Jersey, we gone gang up on you n***as Take your cars and break your jaws It's over, see let's get um Wild Boyz lock this. My click in the south, we gone air y'all out New York, Jersey, Connecticut Y'all n***as is disconnected from here. Holla back Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G., And the rest of y'all non-rappin' a** n***as We gone f** over all y'all Y'all ain't Cash Money, y'all crash dummies That's my word, Wild Boyz, east and south connection Rest of you muthaf**as stay out my muthf**in' business You heard me. What, what up, Wild Boyz My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot My Glock is hot, my Glock is hot ....my Glock is hot ....my Glock is hot ....my Glock is hot ....my Glock is hot ....N-Y-C is hot ....New Jersey's hot ....Connecticut is hot ....So whatcha got ....My Glock is hot ....My Glock is hot