This is a song about "Click clack"

You click generate heres some your lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

So close i could give flip a play

Am i late, can someone please click replay

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

When i was starving now it's payback

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Were they click it and vent shitt tha same way i click it and pen it

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

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone