This is a song about "Click and clack"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Pussy got loose lips and blue shit, so it's click-clack-boom bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

All the time with this glock of mines

He look and then he start to click with his camera once again

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Because when i go click clack pow

I'mma pull that gat out now