Click House

Lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Gates & OG Boobie Black] My click house go stupid My click house go stupid My click house go stupid My click hou- (Mane fuck your DJ) (You ain't fucking with BWA Ron) Stroke the don [?] with my nigga Kevin Gates I remember, I remember that boy Gates had that took a trap on Carolina Bitch going stupid, cameras all around Bitch like, looking like Crenshaw [Chorus: Kevin Gates] My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) [Verse 1: OG Boobie Black] Why these motherfuckers always in the front yard Shootin' dice on the porch, them lil' niggas got them broads Sale after sale, the cellphones keep clickin' The pots on the stove, the cocaine about finished Killers stone game, I got killer stone wrists OG Boobie Black can make a half a whole brick Racks after racks rubber bandin' up the money I show a lot of love to keep the dope fiends comin' [Chorus: Kevin Gates] My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Woah All the cars in the yard, loud loud music (It is) Them lil' boys they go hard, them lil' boys stupid (We is) Now they call me Bruce Wayne (Ooh) Shout out, Ivy Lucane (Ooh) I'm like Malcolm, I don't do chains (Ooh) Dress casual, I can do thangs (Ooh) Pinky rang, grippin' grain, bitch I'm Don Key My favorite, favorite mixtape: OG Ron C Breadwinner team 'til the day that I die Carolina man spankin', cocaine I supply I'm like Clyde, I just glide In the kitchen, let it dry Head up, murder, I just seen a homicide On that mad man shit like bitch I'm finna die All he got is twenty-five Fuck it, come with twenty-nine [Chorus: Kevin Gates] My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] I just got a bid from Bibby I let Mills recompress it (Recompress) I don't do no water whippin' 'less somebody want some extra Give him springs, me and Marlo, yeah My shit got the texture Birdman on the line, order twenty, 'bout to catch him Fuck the rap I'm trynna trap out'chere But I ain't CMG (I'm not) Got it parked in front the mansion (Wil' out) Damn, been like this for weeks Shit I got so many bricks out'chere I ain't seen a key (I didn't) Compartment on the auto start it I ain't see him leave (Nah) [Chorus: Kevin Gates] My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Nah) My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) Click house going stupid (Trappin' out the bag) (Dumb)