Click I'm With - King Lil G, King Lil G feat. LA Gun Smoke, EMC Senatra, Young Drummer Boy & CutThroat Season

I tried to tell' em that the weed is bomb

Tried to tell' em that the weed is strong

Tried to tell' em that im ridin' with you and im ridin' with you if you right

or wrong

Murder, I’m done with these fuck boys

'Bout to drill them likes its Illinois

Yo hago dinero de marijuana

And I’m buying a house for my baby mama

I got two of 'em

Shout out to my newest one

I take 'em to eat, yo I’m talkin' for real man, I’m talkin the two of em'

Then I’m gone in my tour bus

My homie baby finna drive

All my killas' getting high

A bunch of bitches on my mind

All my homies down to ride

A bunch of bitches they from out of state

I was moving a lot of weight

We was catching a lot of cases

Got deported by Immigration

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Yo, my phone be ringin' when I’m getting high

Still located in the 909

My homie commited a homicide

I promise you homie I’m down to ride

Fourty Seven shots up out the heater when I hit your ass

Eight grams of purple in a blunt when im smoking gas

I fuck my hoes in the back seat

Smokin that blunt in my mom’s whip

Swervin' all over the main street

Until we get raided I won’t leave

Still at the spot we ain’t going no where

Say «fuck the cops» they ain’t knowin' nothing

I needed some money, I went and got it

Trying to buy drink, I’m getting carded

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Regardless of all of the options, I’m not in

My partners and I told you of the motions, the mota arrived

The bumping the game

Cat snitches out of they lane

Soon as they speak, I twist all my fingers and smack the fuck out they bitch

ass with the same

I’m more than you now

Im clicked up

And im from the dirty that sucios mata

Our bitches is killers

Your bitches are short but my new bitch she stay beautiful

I’m ridin' for mines

Recording new music

You give me a reason, its plentiful (plow!)

Yak, cooked OC, you jump in that water you drown

I’m smokin on weed getting blown

Bitches be fucking with me on the low

You heard my verse when I got off on that dro

Tell yo plug I get the weed for the low

Fucking these baby mommas that got baby daddies

You could find me posting on Tenaya in Cali

Catch me slippin'

No I don’t think you’re real

I don’t respect you 'cause I dont think you’re real

My mission is ride until I make a mil'

My motto is «kill or be killed»

Ayyy

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