Click Clat (Click Click)

Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Worry 'bout a ho, nigga Oh, yeah (Hey!) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby] I ain't ever worried 'bout a ho, nigga Run up, then we shoot this shit like Cole Bennett Got a Goyard bag full of rolls in it Yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it, like No Limit (Look, ayy, say) [Chorus: Lil Bibby & Juice WRLD] I'ma hit the stain, then split it, yeah Fuck a .30, yeah we totin' big shit, yeah Talk behind my back, yeah, that's that bitch shit, yeah I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click, yeah Yeah, I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click Leave a nigga cryin' like a chick flick (Ayy) Choppa burn 'em like incense Been the realest nigga since an infant [Verse 2: Lil Bibby & Ski Mask The Slump God] Yeah, my homie shot that nigga, but he innocent, yeah (Innocent) Gucci's on my feet, yeah, they limited, yeah (Look at it) Keep a ski mask on, you can't sentence him, yeah, yeah (Yup) These niggas act like bitches, man, they feminine, yeah (Yup) I ain't going sweet if it was ten of them, yeah (Huh) I up that .223 and shoot at him and him (I up that .223) Shawty thick and she blonde, just like Eminem (Shawty thick, bitch) Ass shots, just like Kanye and Kim and 'em (Look, ayy) I said your niggas ain't got it in 'em (Uh-huh) Rockin' Balenciaga denim (Uh-huh) Kill whoever rockin' with 'em Told my nigga stop killing, stop drilling Fuck that bitch, I'm not tripping Play with me, your top missin' (Yup, yup) Found 'em by the dock, fishin', caught 'em in it (Yup-yup-yup, yup) [Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God] I wanna rock right now (Yup-yup-yup) And I'm on the block right now (Yup-yup-yup) Bibby got the Glock right now (Got) You can get shot right now, ow (Shot) Now you on the ground right now Ah-ah, how you sound right now Put your soul in the lost and the found right now (Yuh) Why you look a little lost in the sauce right now? (Yuh, yuh, water) Right now, suck my dick and pronounce a noun (Right now) Going down, Ice Tray the gang in China Town (Wow) On a date, finger fuck my bitch at In-N-Out (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, out) And she let it happen (Water!) just because I got clout (Ayy) Cinderella glass slipper how I kick shit (Kick, ayy-ayy) Keep one eye upon you niggas like I'm Slick Rick (Rick) She gon' meditate upon my dick like gypsy I've been in that bitch, hustling like Nipsey (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, Nipsey) [Verse 4: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask The Slump God] I'm the type to shoot a nigga then hit a kickflip (Ayy-ayy, kick) You the type to kiss a bitch that always suck dick You think you funny? You ain't funny, you on that Chris Tuck shit Shoot you in your heart, bitch, you get no love, bitch, ayy Gucci, Louis, Prada, you get money, nada, okay Mr. I-Could-Fuck-Your-Bitch, but you can't fuck my bitch, no way She don't gotta cross the street for me to know that that bitch goin' both ways Told me that her man was on bullshit with me, olé [Chorus: Lil Bibby & Juice WRLD] I'ma hit the stain, then split it, yeah Fuck a .30, yeah we totin' big shit, yeah Talk behind my back, yeah, that's that bitch shit, yeah I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click, yeah Yeah, I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click Leave a nigga cryin' like a chick flick Choppa burn 'em like incense Been the realest nigga since an inf—