Click Clat (Click Click) Lil Bibby (Ft. Juice WRLD & Ski Mask the Slump God)

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Worry 'bout a ho, nigga
Oh, yeah (Hey!)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I ain't ever worried 'bout a ho, nigga
Run up, then we shoot this shit like Cole Bennett
Got a Goyard bag full of rolls in it
Yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it, like No Limit (Look, ayy, say)

[Chorus: Lil Bibby & Juice WRLD]
I'ma hit the stain, then split it, yeah
Fuck a .30, yeah we totin' big shit, yeah
Talk behind my back, yeah, that's that bitch shit, yeah
I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click, yeah
Yeah, I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click
Leave a nigga cryin' like a chick flick (Ayy)
Choppa burn 'em like incense
Been the realest nigga since an infant

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Yeah, my homie shot that nigga, but he innocent, yeah (Innocent)
Gucci's on my feet, yeah they limited, yeah (Look at it)
Keep a ski mask on, you can't sentence him, yeah, yeah (Yup)
These niggas act like bitches, man, they feminine, yeah (Yup)
I ain't going sweet if it was ten of them, yeah (Huh)
I up that .223 and shoot at him and him (I up that .223)
Shawty thick and she blonde, just like Eminem (Shawty thick, bitch)
Ass shots, just like Kanye and Kim and 'em (Look, ayy)
I said your niggas ain't got it in 'em (Uh-huh)
Rockin' Balenciaga denim (Uh-huh)
Kill whoever rockin' with 'em
Told my nigga stop killing, stop drilling
Fuck that bitch, I'm not tripping
Play with me, your top missin' (Yup, yup)
Found 'em by the dock, fishin', caught 'em in it (Yup-yup-yup, yup)