Click-Click* JID (Ft. Flatbush Zombies)

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[Chorus: JID]
I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you

[Verse: JID]
Back up, that's a warning shot
Next niggas gettin' domed and dropped
And niggas beefin' on their phone and plottin'
And I can see you really love hip-hop
Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac
Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot
So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not
People entitled to opinions they got
You're a product of the friends you got
So if you're poppin' shit then your friend get shot
At the eight or nine or ten o'clock
But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock
I been on the fuckin' star track like Spock
Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra
It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot
And my niggas run into your home with the choppa
Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?
Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken
Nigga, pot, watch it, nigga, watch
Niggas on the block spit bones in the pocket
Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket
Yeah, your main bitch was prolly tryna top me
'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake
Nigga, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me
I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?]
My nigga told me, [?]