Click, Click, Clack Lyrics – Drag On
Singer: Drag On
Title: Click, Click, Clack
Yo, you never heard Drag release sh#t on wax
‘Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack
I’m young but I’ve been stop playin’ with crayons
I’ma be around for eons put n#gg#s where the bums pee on
This ain’t basketball three on three
It’s one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin’ rapidly
They still couldn’t find a book of matches to match me
Buildings is still burnin’ down, still couldn’t catch me
I’m real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day
And be back on the subway
Y’all act like b#tches what y’all thought the 4-4 play?
I don’t even know my father, heard he did time on a broadway
You might be him, so get the f#ck out the hallway
Drag hate a sometime n#gg# I bring it always
‘Cuz I’m as hot as the gun n#gg#s pop from roofs
Where the birds at now, act like you ain’t heard that
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack
Ayo n#gg#s, think they real, well, I’ma pop ’em with two
He got balls, well, I’ma tell his moms he died playin’ pool
‘Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G O D
Dumped his body ASAP
Who the only n#gg# who that could come through with a Benz two door
But look like a Ford and pull off at your wh#re
Leave a n#gg# huntin’ for the draws, wantin’ to score
It’s so he can’t play [unverified] I throw hundreds out the door
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure
‘Cuz I’ma n#gg# that take from the poor and give to the poor
Now you never heard that sh#t before
I probably send your kids to job corps
So what the f#ck you got a ride for
And pump crack, I just bag the b#tch up your block
You know I be back and I promise I’ll throw y’all more stacks
‘Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash
But I put a n#gg# below fast
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack
And dirty b#tches I’m tired of grabbin’ long hair
f#ckin’ y’all from the rear, I’ma stop f#ckin’ all year
Until y’all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years
In the same pit, guess who gon’ be the b#tch
You guessed it, now shut the f#ck up and respect it in here
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin’
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover
I tie 20 n#gg#s up and have enough rope
Won’t stop tying till I get the leftover coke
‘Cuz I circle your block like the cops
The only thing that I’ma do that they not is fire illegal shots
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack
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