point&Click Lyrics by kuru
H-hold on, ayy, TMS, yeah, TMS (You, you—)
It’s a G26 on my lil’ brodie hip, he just stay tryna point and click
I don’t know you like that, why you tweetin’ about me? I told you just get off my dick (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
I don’t know you like that, why you gettin’ around me? I said you can’t get with the clique
Yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah
It’s a fifty man play, but I took ’bout five
Ten band play, but you took ’bout one
If you ain’t get the bread from the work, then you fried
And I know I’m the talk of the town, this shit been cool ’cause I really had to work for what’s mine
And if you can’t fuck with the Strike Team, huh, then we know you must be high
I’m really too bad at saying goodbye
My bro wanna split a lil’ Addy with me it just made me feel real, not high
If I really love her, I’ll give her my all, I don’t really want hoes on the side
If I’m going up with my brother, we do it together, this one for the guys
If I’m going up with my brothers, I go with my team, it was me Rek, and Sheroy
Let the ho set him up, he was dumb as a bitch not to think it’s a decoy
Too Many Strikers up in this bitch, hop out to the show, then we deploy
I’m tryna batter up, first place on the board, you know I’m tryna decide
Yeah, ayy
I’m tryna get to the bag, I can’t take a delay
When I go out of state, then I get to that pape’
When I get to the pape’, when I get to the pape’
Go OT tryna find me a way
When I find me a way, then I’m makin’ my way
When I’m makin’ my way then it’s feeling okay
I’m up in Riverside Park and we skate in
You got a watch, my lil’ bro tryna take it
Level ten on the board, movin’ like Faceit
He don’t wanna talk, he a bitch, can’t face it
2mg now I’m feeling amazing
I was on the road with the bros, shit crazy
Tweaked out once now she think that I’m crazy
Kiko boots, I ain’t get em from Macy’s
Up in my room, I was sick and I’m pacing
Yeah, huh, yeah, uh, TMS, TMS
I-I drop my thumbs for lil’ Tov I’m sorry, I’m not sorry
She keeps tryna play me like a game, I said I’m no Atari
I go OT with my bro until we eating calamari
I-If you tryna test my patience, then you must be on it
Gold on my neck with the blue damn hair, I was tweakin’ I look like sonic
I know I love her real damn bad if she say I want it I want it
He went broke, the shit been sad, but I guess that he gotta pawn it
H-hold on, ayy, TMS, yeah, TMS
It’s a G26 on my lil’ brodie hip, he just stay tryna point and click
I don’t know you like that, why you tweetin’ about me? I told you just get off my dick (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
I don’t know you like that, why you gettin’ around me? I said you can’t get with the clique, clique
Yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah
It’s a fifty man play, but I took ’bout five
Ten band play, but you took ’bout one
If you ain’t get the bread from the work, then you fried
And I know I’m the talk of the town, this shit been cool ’cause I really had to work for what’s mine
And if you can’t fuck with the Strike Team, huh, then we know you must be high
It’s a fifty man play, but I took ’bout five
Ten band play, but you took ’bout one
