Kevin Gates, OG Boobie Black - Click House lyrics

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid my click hou

Stroke the don with my nigga Kevin Gates
I remember that boy Gates had that
Took a trap on Carolina
Bitch going stupid, cameras all around
Bitch like, looking like Crenshaw

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
(Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid
(Trappin' out the bag)

Why these motherfuckers always in
The front yard shootin' dice on the porch
Them lil' niggas got them broads
Sale after sale, the cellphones keep clickin'
The pots on the stove
The cocaine about finished
Killers stone game, I got killer stone wrists
OG Boobie Black can make a half a whole brick
Racks after racks rubber bandin' up the money
I show a lot of love to
Keep the dope fiends comin'

Woah
All the cars in the yard, loud loud music
Them lil' boys they go hard
Them lil' boys stupid
Now they call me Bruce Wayne
Shout out Ivy Lucane
I'm like Malcolm, I don't do chains
Dress casual, I can do thangs
Pinky rang, grippin' grain, bitch I'm Don Key
My favorite favorite mixtape - OG Ron C

Breadwinner team 'til the day that I die
Carolina man spankin', cocaine I supply
I'm like Clyde i just glide
In the kitchen let it dry
Head up murder, I just seen a homicide
On that mad man shit like bitch I'm finna die
All he got is twenty-five
Fuck it - come with twenty-nine

I just got a bid from Bibby
I let Mills re-compress it
I don't do no water whippin'
'less somebody want some extra
Been on springs me and
My chick got the text from
Birdman on the line
Order twenty, 'bout to catch him
Fuck the rap I'm trynna trap out'chere
But I ain't CMG
Got it parked in front the mansion
Damn, been like this for weeks
Shit I got so many bricks out'chere
I ain't seen a key
Compartment on the auto start it
I ain't see him leave

Dumb