Click Clack
40 Cal Ft. A-Mafia Lyrics


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Dipset, Skeme, Let's get it poppin
Told niggas 3 verses ago ya not fuckin wit me

(Verse 1 40 Cal)

Look, I'm no argue critic I spark the biscuit
That'll throw back more caps than starter fitteds
I'm from Harlem, Lenox where cars a kitted
Where niggas a borrow ya gun just to rob you wit it
See you could put out ya DVDs to help yo ass
But it's like a mobile home cause ya trailer trash
Thats why I sell work and melt the bags
Cause the dimes so big it's lookin like Alka Seltzer tabs
And the customers know that ya bubblin slow
Before the movie I been had hustle and flow
That's why I double my dough and keepin my game tight
Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night
Yo Killa I don't think they readin my name right
Cause it don't take a genius to see that i'm way nice
I pop, pop, pop that thing
When I rhyme call me the rewind that king
Wit a combat swing and a nine that bling
I get signed by fall and drop by spring

(Chorus)

What, What, What you wanna talk about
What, What, What you wanna talk about
We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea)
He schemin he be beastin
Heard he kill people we believe em
Oh shit he's reachin (Get down)
It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about
Click Clack What you wanna talk about
Click Clack What you wanna talk about
Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out

(Verse 2 A-Mafia)

You know I stay on the grind I ain't never late
I handle mine when it's time I don't hesitate
So when you see that long nine you better skate
Bottom line i'm here to get mines so get the record straight
They rock expensive necklaces 600 Benz's and Lexus'
You don't understand what the messege is
We roll out and swerve lanes huned thousand on the bird chain
Nigga it's Purple City Byrd Gang
Yea i hope you heard man what i'm talkin bout
Eagle surroundin you get back when the hawk is out
Me im what New York is about
Ain't no singin here the king is here
Cling to ya chair imma do my thing this year
So much bling in here it might hurt ya eyes
I'm the first to ride my gangsta is certified
I'm on point like a hollow tip
My niggas swallow Crist you wanna get money then dummy follow this

(Chorus)

We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea)
He schemin he be beastin
Heard he kill people we believe em
Oh shit he's reachin (Get down)
It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin)
Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin)
Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Yea)
Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out

(Verse 3 40 Cal)

Look, I'll put you in a body cast Glad lock body bag
Laugh and probably brag that's how I lolly gag
I'm the truth with no polygraph shotty blast
Spaz and skate wit ya ice wit no hockey mask
I play Jason Diddy bop wit my cocky ass
The dime on the block more brolic than Oxy pads
Thats the punchline they comin like boxin jabs
Some niggas like 40 got an adoption swag
Niggas see me play follow the rapper
Go to the store and cop them a bottle of swagger
Ma next time you see a nigga holla'n at ya
Don't need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya
Up like his life real a couple of ice grills a get a nigga hit wit the truck wit the spike grill, ILL




I give a fuck how ya life feel
All i'm worried bout is blood fuckin up the nice wheels, chill

Overall Meaning

The song "Click Clack" by 40 Cal Ft. A-Mafia is a boastful track that highlights the rhyming skills of the two rappers. In the first verse, 40 Cal talks about his experiences growing up in Harlem and how he has honed his skills to become a formidable rapper. He talks about his hustle and how he doubles his income with ease. He also calls out other rappers who try to compete with him, saying that they are not on his level.


A-Mafia, in the second verse, talks about his own experiences in the rap game. He brags about his ability to handle business like a pro and how he is not afraid to take on anyone who tries to stop him. He is also proud of his gangsta lifestyle and how he is always on point when it comes to his business. He invites other rappers to follow his lead if they want to get rich, but they have to be ready to work hard.


The chorus talks about how they are not afraid of anyone, and how they will always be ready to defend themselves. They warn others not to mess with them, or they will meet their downfall. The song ends with 40 Cal saying that he is not interested in anyone's opinions and that he will always do what he wants.


Line by Line Meaning

Look, I'm no argue critic I spark the biscuit
I'm no one to argue with, I carry a gun and will use it


That'll throw back more caps than starter fitteds
I'll shoot more people than can fit in a room with Starter hats


I'm from Harlem, Lenox where cars a kitted
I'm from a neighborhood where people own expensive cars


Where niggas a borrow ya gun just to rob you wit it
In my neighborhood, people will borrow your gun and use it to rob you


See you could put out ya DVDs to help yo ass
You can try to make money by selling DVDs, but it won't help your situation


But it's like a mobile home cause ya trailer trash
You're still poor and low-class, it's like living in a trailer park


Thats why I sell work and melt the bags
That's why I sell drugs and package them


Cause the dimes so big it's lookin like Alka Seltzer tabs
My drugs are so big they look like Alka-Seltzer tablets


And the customers know that ya bubblin slow
My customers know you're not making money quickly


Before the movie I been had hustle and flow
I've been a hustler and making money before that movie came out


That's why I double my dough and keepin my game tight
That's why I double my money and keep my illegal activities secret


Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night
After selling drugs, I go on a shopping spree and buy more drugs to sell


Yo Killa I don't think they readin my name right
Hey Killa, people don't understand how good I am


Cause it don't take a genius to see that i'm way nice
I'm very skilled and it's not hard to see


I pop, pop, pop that thing
I shoot my gun


When I rhyme call me the rewind that king
When I rap, call me the king of rewinding my rhymes


Wit a combat swing and a nine that bling
I have a weapon and a flashy gun


I get signed by fall and drop by spring
I'll get signed to a record label and release an album by next year


What, What, What you wanna talk about
What do you want to discuss?


We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea)
We see them, and we're leaving the area


He schemin he be beastin
He's planning something and acting aggressively


Heard he kill people we believe em
We heard he's killed people and we believe it


Oh shit he's reachin (Get down)
He's reaching for a weapon and we need to take cover


Click Clack What you wanna talk about
The sound of a gun being fired and a warning not to talk


Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out
Don't make me confront you and have my friends kill you


You know I stay on the grind I ain't never late
I work hard and I'm always on time


I handle mine when it's time I don't hesitate
I take care of my business and don't waste time


So when you see that long nine you better skate
If you see my gun, you should run away


Bottom line i'm here to get mines so get the record straight
I'm here to make money and I won't let anything get in my way


They rock expensive necklaces 600 Benz's and Lexus'
They wear expensive jewelry and drive luxury cars


You don't understand what the messege is
You're missing the point


We roll out and swerve lanes huned thousand on the bird chain
We drive fast and recklessly with expensive jewelry


Nigga it's Purple City Byrd Gang
We are the Purple City Byrd Gang


Yea i hope you heard man what i'm talkin bout
I hope you understand what I'm saying


Eagle surroundin you get back when the hawk is out
We have people watching our surroundings, be careful when we're around


Me im what New York is about
I represent what New York is all about


Ain't no singin here the king is here
I'm the best, there's no competition


Cling to ya chair imma do my thing this year
Hold on tight, I'm doing big things this year


So much bling in here it might hurt ya eyes
There's so much expensive jewelry that it might hurt your eyes to look at it


I'm the first to ride my gangsta is certified
I'm the leader and my credentials as a gangster are authentic


I'm on point like a hollow tip
I'm sharp and ready to take action


My niggas swallow Crist you wanna get money then dummy follow this
My friends drink expensive alcohol, if you want to make money, follow our lead


Look, I'll put you in a body cast Glad lock body bag
I'll hurt you so badly you'll need to be put in a body cast and then a body bag


Laugh and probably brag that's how I lolly gag
I'll laugh and brag about it, that's how relaxed I am about violence


I'm the truth with no polygraph shotty blast
I'm honest and reliable, and I'll shoot my gun


Spaz and skate wit ya ice wit no hockey mask
I'll shoot my gun and then run away without a disguise


I play Jason Diddy bop wit my cocky ass
I move like the horror movie character Jason while also dancing cockily


The dime on the block more brolic than Oxy pads
The women in my neighborhood are stronger and more intimidating than Oxycodone pills


Thats the punchline they comin like boxin jabs
That's the joke, people are coming at me like they're boxing me


Some niggas like 40 got an adoption swag
Some people, like me, have a unique style that others might try to copy


Niggas see me play follow the rapper
People try to copy my style


Go to the store and cop them a bottle of swagger
People try to buy things that will make them look cool like me


Ma next time you see a nigga holla'n at ya
Next time a man tries to talk to you


Don't need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya
You don't need to be suffocating to realize he's lying to you


Up like his life real a couple of ice grills a get a nigga hit wit the truck wit the spike grill, ILL
I'm so tough I can get someone hit by a truck with a spike grill just by looking at them


I give a fuck how ya life feel
I don't care about your feelings


All i'm worried bout is blood fuckin up the nice wheels, chill
All I'm worried about is blood ruining my nice car, let's calm down




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