Lyrics Click Clack - K Koke, Skeng, Chuck

Click Clack

Yo, yo
It’s Koke, Skeng, Chuck
Real shit
Dun kno
Stonebridge, gutter life
North west ten shit
Chuck!
Listen
Yo, look
Tell me if my shit’s sick
Nigga please stand back I need a witness
Cause every tune that I’m making is a big hit
You fucking with the click, then you gonna get a big clip
And if you’re on a suspect’s hit list
Class yourself as unfinished business
Cause man I’ll finish up that business in due time
In due time It’s due to get very grime
Cause I can feel it in the air like Sigel
It feels dark and it feels very evil
Yo people, lookout for your people
Cause man will swoop on them cunts like an Eagle
For now, just bounce to the beat
And if you really want, then roll an ounce to the beat
Nigga, you better bounce to the beat and if you don’t
Then man’ll make you bounce from the heat
Click, clack, get back pussy better move
If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels
Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew
When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news
Bang bang, when I’m coming, you prats better run
Get sand and I done him cause I’m plotting on one
See him then I skuff him, at least get some in
Trust me I’m not running, I’m here till it’s done
See him, confront him, see what he’s on
We’re not fronting, you know what we’re on
Yeah we’re on bang bang, hit you cunts and it’s not long
I know it’s wrong but we’re here now
Blue bandanas by the boxes getting shared out
Cutting up rocks by the blocks it’s getting shared out
I’m on the road, same clothes it’s feeling weird now, here out
Me and my boys we know your whereabouts
What you hearing now?
Sound of the struts that we’re sharing out
Blue bandanas, what you’re fearing now?
Bang bang bang, get zanged now you’re clearing out
Silly them, wanna see me get militant
Nine milli skeng will beat ten cause it’s ignorant
It’s suspects, bang bang, no fingerprint
Roughnecks catch a man, while he’s lingering
Shots catch a man, have his whole frame tingling
Koke is a don, couldn’t care what you think of him
There’s the whole my trigger finger’s in
Please understand the shots are not tryna tickle him
I hope you’re listening, these shots ain’t missing him
Got nothing to lose, not a pot that I’m pissing in
So leave your bits if it’s Bridge that you’re visiting
Cause this knife will have you on the stop pivoting
Cause we’re giving him stabs to the leg
Cause all my fam are mad, get zanged for the bread
Bang out the lead, bang till he’s dead
It’s blue gang fam we bang bang on the red