P k**er Trackz - Click, Click, Clack lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo you never heard Drag release sh** on wax Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons I'ma be around for eons put n***as where the bums pee on This ain't basketball three on three It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day And be back on the subway Y'all act like b**hes what y'all thought the 4-4 play? I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway You might be him, so get the f** out the hallway Drag hate a sometime n***a I bring it always Cuz I'm as hot as the gun n***as pop from roofs Where the birds at now, act like you ain't heard that HOOK: P k**er Trackz Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place Click, click, clack Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was Click, click, clack Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face Click, click, clack On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was Click, click, clack [Verse 2] Ayo n***as think they real well I'ma pop em with two He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D Dumped his body ASAP Who the only n***a who that could come through with a Benz two door But look like a Ford and pull off at your who*e Leave a n***a huntin for the draws, wantin to score It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure Cuz I'ma n***a that take from the poor and give to the poor Now you never heard that sh** before I probably send your kids to job corps So what the f** you got a ride for And pump crack, I just bag the b**h up your block you know I be back And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash But I put a n***a below fast HOOK [Verse 3] And dirty b**hes I'm tired of grabbin long hair f**in y'all from the rear, I'ma stop f**in all year Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it Never could be a f*ggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years In the same pit, guess who gon be the b**h You guessed it, now shut the f** up and respect it in here Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover I tie 20 n***as up and have enough rope Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke Cuz I circle your block like the cops The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots HOOK