Click Clack E

We back. Motherfuckers better run and hide. Closes. Blat! You, you, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. You, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. Twenty-one gun salute, there's not a soul that can Stop me. Click, clack, blat, bullet hole bukake. I'm cocky, but I could be that though. Track star, make you run your shit, I need That dough. Thorough plated in this bitch. Where the heat at, bro? Clap niggas like ovations, don't react slow. From the home of vacations, the B-that-O. Gunshine stay blazing where amazing happens. I roll with warheads and block captains. Horror flick goons with full metal jackets. Talk is cheap, it's time for some action. Today's mathematics says my nine's for subtraction. The Lethal's a violent mind with a passion for Stomping niggas out and leaving brains bashed in. We unfuckwithable, save that punk shit for Ashton. Get smoked like granddaddy kush, ashes to ashes. You, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. You, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. Maybe to some I'm politically incorrect, And politically I'm known as a street corner rep. I could sweep with the tech and mop with The rest, 'cause the guns I be holding'll clean Any mess. Your soul's dirty, my team's seven-thirty. Thirty for the birdies, just make sure you call Me early. And no funny business, I often eat witness, then ask for forgiveness and Pray with the Christians. Red dot 'em, if not, Red got 'em. Shoot 'em off the Earth, not even telescopes spot 'em. A known rebel from the masters throw the Pebble. New nigga in charge, you dig me? No shovel. You ain't a killer, dog, You just bark a lot. You know my niggas, dog, ain't gotta talk a Lot. Boulevard of heroin, the weed make us choke A lot. But the money making make us arrogant And talk a lot. You, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. You, you, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. It's the king of the O, king of the Dro. I got big guns to separate your brains From your throat. Y'all niggas know, if not, You better ask, or end up with the shotty Barrel up your ass. I'm like John Rambo in a black Lambo with Two bitches in camo loading the ammo. I'm so sick I need to quarantine, And I use one gun to dispose of your Whole team. I put a hole in your head Like a Krispy Kreme. Y'all niggas is sweet and these bars is mean. Look, I rep the O like a badge of Honor. Spit venom on you niggas, then blast the Llama. I live for the drama. I'll clap at your mama. I got AKs, Tech-9s, et cetera, comma. It's R-U Streets and the boy Red Eye. Any pussyho passing'll let fly. You, you, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady. You, you, you know I click-clack. Where you and your mens at? A-A-A-AK is my heat. A straight beast from the streets. I'm ten times deadly. Red ain't steady.