This is a song about "Click and clack"

Because when i go click clack pow

Bad bitches get low right now

I could click it and stick it flip it around and kick flip it.

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

All i'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them