PDGPeanut - Click Clatt (Explicit Version) Lyrics

Spin back
Get wack
Big dog, been that
Man I'm sorry this my life

Uh Spin back, Get wack
Big dog, been that
All white, good crack
Go trap, get racks
Man I'm sorry that's my lifestyle
Uh huh
Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle
Uh huh

Spin back, Get wack
Big dog, been that
Go trap, get racks
See opps Clicc Clatt
Man I'm sorry that's my lifestyle
Uh huh
Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle
Uh huh

Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle
Been on the block, trap
Gang shit
Tottin' this glock
Don't get sent to the light now
Had some brothers that turned on me back in the day
I guess niggas ain't real as I thought Should've known who I was
Till the nigga switch sides
Niggas know I'm already throwed off
Put a bag on his head
Take the nigga out the crib
To the trunk
Now he gotta pay the cost
Nigga talkin' that tough shit
Then I got blocked
But I still gotta drop to your house
Gotta drop to your motherf*ckin' patna
Cook his ass like some f*ckin' lasagna
This Glock got a bite on this bitch like piranhas
Might need some protection
Ain't talkin' bout a condom

Man I'm sorry bout my lifestyle
I ain't trippin'
Man I'm sorry bout my lifestyle
Like I said I ain't trippin'
Ain't my fault that's this my lifestyle
Why?
I don't give a f*ck bout that shit
Nigga this is what I live pussy

Uh Spin back, Get wack
Big dog, been that
All white, good crack
Go trap, get racks
Man I'm sorry that's my lifestyle
Uh huh
Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle

Bitch, I don't f*ck with you niggas
It's war
1600 the block
I'ma shoot with my Cuh
Got a beam on the end of this gun
With a extended 30
This bitch hard to cuff
Hit the dash if see them blue lights
I got dope in my pocket
I ain't tryna f*ck it up
All these f*ck niggas
Walkin' around with a fake gun
Hell nah, you ain't catchin' my bluff
You might catch this blue tip
At the end of this hollow
On God, this bitch f*ck up your lungs
I ain't talm mout a opp pack
But you can get whacked
Body gone be hella done
If you think about robbin'
Then you hella dumb
Watch your mama just go lose her son
Burn him up like the motherf*ckin' sun
Cause you tryna run up
And ain't know what it was

Man I'm sorry this my lifestyle
I ain't trippin'
Man I'm sorry this my lifestyle
I ain't trippin'
Man I'm sorry this my lifestyle
I ain't trippin'

Gang
Gang
Gang

Uh Spin back, Get wack
Big dog, been that
All white, good crack
Go trap, get racks
Man I'm sorry that's my lifestyle
Uh huh
Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle
Uh huh

Spin back, Get wack
Big dog, been that
Go trap, get racks
See opps Clicc Clatt
Man I'm sorry that's my lifestyle
Uh huh
Ain't my fault that's this lifestyle