"Cluck Cluck" lyrics
"What's good. Shred?"
"T-T-T-Tell 'em 3quinox"
"Ayo Shoki. This go crazy"
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay?)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they cliques, (What's up?)
They in the block, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I am not a hoe, go do that with some other Nigga, (Okay)
Clappin' on a pole. Bandit, done let up on the zipper, (What's up?)
My dick in yo' Hoe. Inchin' like a caterpillar, (Yeah)
Shoot him in his side, baseline like I'm Reggie Miller, (Uh-Huh)
Back in the paisley. Earnin' my respect, (What?)
And if I was the old me. it would be off with your neck, (What?)
But I got too much to lose, (Yeah)
My mama need a new, (Yeah)
A new pair of shoes, (Yeah)
Turn your block into a zoo
A Glock, (Yeah). .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Yeah)
A Glock, (Yeah). .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Word)
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they cliques, (What's up?)
They in the block, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Beat him out his fucking shoes, (What?)
They get violated
Ask about them niggas too, (Okay)
How you die hatin'?
RX7 GTR, (Vroom-Vroom)
Make room for them boys
37 EZ Monte Carlo, (Vroom- Vroom)
Plug-ins for the noise
Soldiers marching up, (What?)
If soldiers don't want war, then why the fuck y'all in the rut?
(What?, Cluck-Cluck-Cluck)
Talkin' 'bout back in the day, but back in the day y'all soft
You ain't got some money for me. Nigga shut the fuck up
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they' cliques, (What's up?)
They in the box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
A Glock, (Yeah). A .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Yeah)
A Glock, (Yeah). A .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Word)
Rock. Yeah. Baby we gon' slide on 'em, (Yeah)
In this Dog-Hunt. Baby we gon' die for 'em
On your block. Yeah. Baby we gon' slide on 'em
In this Dog-Hunt. Baby we gon' die for 'em (Ah-Ha)
"T-T-T-Tell 'em 3quinox"
"Ayo Shoki. This go crazy"
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay?)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they cliques, (What's up?)
They in the block, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I am not a hoe, go do that with some other Nigga, (Okay)
Clappin' on a pole. Bandit, done let up on the zipper, (What's up?)
My dick in yo' Hoe. Inchin' like a caterpillar, (Yeah)
Shoot him in his side, baseline like I'm Reggie Miller, (Uh-Huh)
Back in the paisley. Earnin' my respect, (What?)
And if I was the old me. it would be off with your neck, (What?)
But I got too much to lose, (Yeah)
My mama need a new, (Yeah)
A new pair of shoes, (Yeah)
Turn your block into a zoo
A Glock, (Yeah). .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Yeah)
A Glock, (Yeah). .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Word)
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they cliques, (What's up?)
They in the block, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Beat him out his fucking shoes, (What?)
They get violated
Ask about them niggas too, (Okay)
How you die hatin'?
RX7 GTR, (Vroom-Vroom)
Make room for them boys
37 EZ Monte Carlo, (Vroom- Vroom)
Plug-ins for the noise
Soldiers marching up, (What?)
If soldiers don't want war, then why the fuck y'all in the rut?
(What?, Cluck-Cluck-Cluck)
Talkin' 'bout back in the day, but back in the day y'all soft
You ain't got some money for me. Nigga shut the fuck up
When it pop
They be falling and shit, (Okay)
When that Glock, it pop-pop
They be calling they' cliques, (What's up?)
They in the box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit, (Yeah)
In a box, non-stop
They be hauling they shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
A Glock, (Yeah). A .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Yeah)
A Glock, (Yeah). A .45, (Yeah). A Mac, (Yeah). A Deuce, (Yeah)
A March, (Yeah). To hut, (Yeah). A one, (Yeah). A two, (Word)
Rock. Yeah. Baby we gon' slide on 'em, (Yeah)
In this Dog-Hunt. Baby we gon' die for 'em
On your block. Yeah. Baby we gon' slide on 'em
In this Dog-Hunt. Baby we gon' die for 'em (Ah-Ha)
