Lyrics Click I'm With - King Lil G, King Lil G feat. LA Gun Smoke, EMC Senatra, Young Drummer Boy & CutThroat Season

Click I'm With

I tried to tell' em that the weed is bomb
Tried to tell' em that the weed is strong
Tried to tell' em that im ridin' with you and im ridin' with you if you right
or wrong
Murder, I’m done with these fuck boys
'Bout to drill them likes its Illinois
Yo hago dinero de marijuana
And I’m buying a house for my baby mama
I got two of 'em
Shout out to my newest one
I take 'em to eat, yo I’m talkin' for real man, I’m talkin the two of em'
Then I’m gone in my tour bus
My homie baby finna drive
All my killas' getting high
A bunch of bitches on my mind
All my homies down to ride
A bunch of bitches they from out of state
I was moving a lot of weight
We was catching a lot of cases
Got deported by Immigration
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Yo, my phone be ringin' when I’m getting high
Still located in the 909
My homie commited a homicide
I promise you homie I’m down to ride
Fourty Seven shots up out the heater when I hit your ass
Eight grams of purple in a blunt when im smoking gas
I fuck my hoes in the back seat
Smokin that blunt in my mom’s whip
Swervin' all over the main street
Until we get raided I won’t leave
Still at the spot we ain’t going no where
Say «fuck the cops» they ain’t knowin' nothing
I needed some money, I went and got it
Trying to buy drink, I’m getting carded
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Regardless of all of the options, I’m not in
My partners and I told you of the motions, the mota arrived
The bumping the game
Cat snitches out of they lane
Soon as they speak, I twist all my fingers and smack the fuck out they bitch
ass with the same
I’m more than you now
Im clicked up
And im from the dirty that sucios mata
Our bitches is killers
Your bitches are short but my new bitch she stay beautiful
I’m ridin' for mines
Recording new music
You give me a reason, its plentiful (plow!)
Yak, cooked OC, you jump in that water you drown
I’m smokin on weed getting blown
Bitches be fucking with me on the low
You heard my verse when I got off on that dro
Tell yo plug I get the weed for the low
Fucking these baby mommas that got baby daddies
You could find me posting on Tenaya in Cali
Catch me slippin'
No I don’t think you’re real
I don’t respect you 'cause I dont think you’re real
My mission is ride until I make a mil'
My motto is «kill or be killed»
Ayyy
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