Click Clack!!! - Giggs, Killa Ki, Shocks

Emotions on the beat

Emotion on the street

The way I glide on the beat

The way I ride on the street

Like my flow’s unique

They say I’m coming hard and I’m just at peak

So imagine me next year

Trust me dog, I with the gun clear

Nice on the track

Have fresh home so free my nigga Max

I got the star in the right hand

Fuck the federals 'cos they took away the right hand

They also got Jessie J

Free all my dogs, too many fucking names

Until they land I’ma bang

Stay flagging black with the infamous gang

OPB, SN1 fam we bang

All day, every day, repping black gang

You don’t wanna hear the click clack

You don’t wanna feel the kick back

Nigga’s gonna see his wig splat

And they wonder why I did that

You don’t wanna hear the click clack

You don’t wanna feel the kick back

Click clack

Click clack

Click clack

Kick back

Rib snap

Rip back

Split hats

Splish splash

Washed over dry land

Can’t stomach it

They know in a couple years we’ll be bossing it

And the strip: nah it won’t be theirs, we’ll be running it

Make a prick’s body disappear, got my hollow tips

Let me take you inside of this little life of mine

They think that being Shocks that I live a life of shine

Little did these pricks know that I’m struggling to grind

Trying to get a little dough off this little half a nine

Get a split neck for your shiny chain

It don’t bother me

Big stress on my tiny brain

I’ll holler at a bitch

Quick sex and some slimy brain

Pissed 'cos there’s no more cig left for my slimy grade

Cock back, let the Remington ram at them

Now you got a broke back

And your skeleton’s hit

And your mother’s shocked that it had to end up like this

Go and get your gun we can have a dance

Let my something off the second that my brother asked

I feel the pain from my mother’s heart

Asking God to promise me another chance

One beef lays down then another starts

It’s all bullshit I ride with a troubled heart

I ain’t shook just to fucking ask

Keep following me undercover car

I’ma wait 'til my dog’s home

Tiny getting locked up turned my heart stone

So I’ma ride in your whole zone

You niggas stunting with straps that I part own

We’re the bloodstained squad

When the slugs take off

That your mug frame will have to wipe the bloodstain off

Something like Face/Off

With your mug-free mop

Bring it back like I just took a dub plate off