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letra de click it - ab, 41 & kyle richh

[chorus: ab]
why you livin’ your life for likes? watchin’ my ‘gram to see how i’m livin’
i get the money in different positions, i had the baddie in different positions
ten toes down, my forces stickin’, you get the shot don’t brick it
brodie with me ’cause i know he gon’ cl!ck it

[verse 1: ab & kyle richh]
and we cannot clique up, double shot, want all my liquor (huh)
that b-tch a baby, she keep on callin’ me, “daddy”
i bust down the rollie, i bust down the pate’, i flew on a plane and i touched down in cali’
they lookin’ for clout, i’m lookin’ for static (grrah)

[verse 2: kyle richh & jenn carter]
got this semi’, this sh-t automatic
bro gotta throw up anytime that he throw (like, d-mn)
and we stay on that court’, thunder be scorin’ like he was a pro (likе, what?)
i’m with ab, these b-tches go crazy off ‘migos and don julio
likе, it’s a party, we roll up the opps (like, d-mn), front line, i ain’t duckin’ no smoke (b-tch, grrah-grrah-grrah)
said i’m tired of the rap beef and tell all-’em go bend (go bend)
f-ck the opps, it’s us, never them (like, what?)
4z on top, we don’t follow the trend (grrah, on me)
f-four gz in this all-black car, hop out, hunch back, now he look like shemar (like, what?)
bullets is makin’ him pop, no tart (like, d-mn)
and they call me the king, ’cause i ball like demar (grrah-grrah-grrah; grrah)

[verse 3: jenn carter & tata]
b-tch, i been hot like it’s ninety degrees (‘gress, uh)
why n-ggas ootin’ from different angles?
they know that i stay in love with the breesh (b-tch)
b-tch, i be drippin’ way down to my ankles
and, all of my n-ggas is veterans (woo)
red, white, and blue on my body, american (grrah)
with my g, i got different adrenaline
who on my body in love with the benjamins? (it’s carter, d-ckhead)
why n-ggas mentionin’ me? (like?)
i got attention they seek (grrah), never lackin’, i came with my g
they hate on me ’cause i’m best in the scene
bullets gon’ crack him like i was a fiend
dummy, i can’t be coppin’ no plea (grrah-grrah)
i’m with kr, he shootin’ like j.r., 41 the hottest, i came where they be (41 shots to the head)
[verse 4: tata]
b-tch, posted with savages, throwin’ up threes (on bro)
yeah, like, i been itchin’ to shoot, on bro, i got more than a trick up my sleeve, n-gga
walk in a spot and they leave (boom, boom), double back, i’m fl!ckin’ on his team
b-tch, he ’bout to die with his homie
throw on my hoodie, i’m not to be seen, n-gga
said i don’t want the rap beef no more, pass me the g
i don’t gotta put money on that n-gga head, ’cause lil bro tryna do it for free
i can’t wait ’til the savages free (on bro), 48 him, he think i ain’t peep him? (get that n-gga, grrah)
why he talkin’ like he ain’t get—, when the 4z had seen him? b-tch

- ab 41 kyle richh

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