Clique Clac ft. Shorty T, Mob Jr, Pablo Productions & B.A.D News Lyrics

Click clack, click clack, click clack

My negus let's get it poppin' we gotta make power moves

When you start comin' up all the haters get mad at you

I been gettin' this money fuckin' bad bitches with attitudes

I'm good with my wing-brothers I'm throwin' up alley oops

I been makin' it happen captain, I told you Im Major Payne

My uncle done called me that before that movie with Damon Wayans

I been seasoned with lots of wisdom, been sprinkled with lots of game

Put a Rrrah in my hands, promise I'm bustin' and killin things

Make it happen

Click clack, click clack, click clack

I make shit happen, make it happen

I make shit happen, make it happen

I'm out the chamber now you in danger

So focused and on target

I ain't talking relationship

When I say I'll take a nigga right off the market

No king, no more, nigga unlocked his god mode

Big wings, so sure, I keep it solid like a mob code

I'm reaching for more than unreachable

The challenge is never unspeakable

The first ever, I broke the mold

So now my moments are teachable

I'm in it for more than the fame

To be honest, just give me the loot

You gon' know a lot more than my name

You should never provoke me to shoot

My aim tight, so precise

Told my bitch to keep the benz running

Hustle mode, fuck sleep

Nigga really gotta keep the ends coming

No, you can't handle the truth

I'ma keep paying attention

I'ma keep hitting them with this consistency

Till I'm all of they mentions

Click clack, click clack, click clack

I need a brick thats wrapped tight

Like Nintendo Excitebike

AMG all black at night

Twin FNs, thats dressed right

All gold with the insights Olympic shooter as I slide on by

Black Maserati soft leather inside 750 Ford, blue 30's on my grind

I mean mane, I'm a half a key away

From a brick of cocaine

I swear I put that on Cita mane

They tell me money ain't a thing

See I make moves like Captain, tell me my dude what's happening

Them men see through like what the food gets wrapped in

Hand in the bag like carry on Box and a half just come like Amazon

Bad bitch sexy but don't look in her eyes when she puts that balion

They could rob you blind Half a box but they got two nines

Like he bust a shot but they bust a shot right back and he got two guys

Keep my eyes on the job

No gangsta, but got ties to the mob

Just lit Scully, told them that I got fire to drop

Studio Linger Chop-chop-chop vocals, I'm a ninja

Getting down pressing these keys all day I can make 10 mil from a finger

On the wave like bro, Just chillin' with bae

They ask me if I make beats still When I told them I'm feeling like Dre

Pass me the keys to the safe

Pass me the keys to the wraith

Miss me with all of the friendship my nigga

I'm all that when I'm in your face

Dissin the opps and the Jays

Real bitch right up the street

I like making plays and stay in my lane

I don't go for no extremes

Demons go bump up in the night

So we go thumping the night

See them and fuck up they life

Send them the funk if they like

Then come and send them wrapped up in the trunk and they like

Couple bands in the flight

Paid to merk you and your mans with you take your knife

Check, trip, tend the kite

We gon' make it happen, put your ass together right

How you want curry? Niggas try to push me, I'll bury them

Show you mad news, ain't playing no games, and been eating commissary

I've been more than down, niggas watered down

If I hung around too long, I would more than drown