Clones
Shit crazy how these niggas turn
That shit crazy how these niggas turn
Let the fire lite the way and watch the bridge burn
I been taught to keep it humble and just wait his turn
Try that shit and we gone straighten 'em out
Like a perm
I got paper on my mind
I ain't worried 'bout none you other niggas
And I can't argue with no nigga
When his paper little
Fucking with that other side
And you cant play the middle
And we got like six hundred shots that's here
Like I'm with Bloody Bizzle
What's your neck worth
How your tech work
What's your net worth
He get popped with the FN
It hurt like baby birth
Bro 'nem bought a thousand blues
He only got thirty perks left
Hit the block and turn left
When my shooter shoot he Steph
Pour that drank
That's too much codeine in my liver
Put dick up in that hoe
But ain't know that was your sister
Bags in for the low
I'm not trapping sell 'em whole
Nigga think he turned into a Gangster
'Cause he bought a pole
All them bodies you done caught don't mean none
'Cause you done told
I can't have no pussy niggas 'round me
Who I know a fold
Kicking shit, with my granddaddy
He a real stone
I can't take these niggas too serious
'Cause they all clones
I swear all these niggas clones
I just want the head
Then I send the hoe home
Real boss nigga
Can't be talking on no phone
You can't get a bag bitch
You can't get a bone
Make it rain
Bitch we change the season
They gone do you bad
If you treason
Everybody Killa bitch
They shoot you for no reason
You was talking down
Nigga what was all that speaking
Wokhardt green like da beam
That's your bitch
I was in her spleen
Tell the bitch she can join the team
Send her on a trip
Bring me green
Fuck that bitch
Bring me blue
Nine hundred block
That's the crew
Real Mexican
Bring them bricks in
Jays got me Jays
I got hella fiends
Young nigga
But I got clientele
Pull up masked up
If you niggas tell
Gang till I die
I could never bail
Bringing loads in
I got hella bales
I be bringing them loads in
Trap house hot, but my neck still frozen
Pull up at your spot
We be kicking them doors in
South end nigga
But I'm good on the north end
That shit crazy how these niggas turn
Let the fire lite the way and watch the bridge burn
I been taught to keep it humble and just wait his turn
Try that shit and we gone straighten 'em out
Like a perm
I got paper on my mind
I ain't worried 'bout none you other niggas
And I can't argue with no nigga
When his paper little
Fucking with that other side
And you cant play the middle
And we got like six hundred shots that's here
Like I'm with Bloody Bizzle
What's your neck worth
How your tech work
What's your net worth
He get popped with the FN
It hurt like baby birth
Bro 'nem bought a thousand blues
He only got thirty perks left
Hit the block and turn left
When my shooter shoot he Steph
Pour that drank
That's too much codeine in my liver
Put dick up in that hoe
But ain't know that was your sister
Bags in for the low
I'm not trapping sell 'em whole
Nigga think he turned into a Gangster
'Cause he bought a pole
All them bodies you done caught don't mean none
'Cause you done told
I can't have no pussy niggas 'round me
Who I know a fold
Kicking shit, with my granddaddy
He a real stone
I can't take these niggas too serious
'Cause they all clones
I swear all these niggas clones
I just want the head
Then I send the hoe home
Real boss nigga
Can't be talking on no phone
You can't get a bag bitch
You can't get a bone
Make it rain
Bitch we change the season
They gone do you bad
If you treason
Everybody Killa bitch
They shoot you for no reason
You was talking down
Nigga what was all that speaking
Wokhardt green like da beam
That's your bitch
I was in her spleen
Tell the bitch she can join the team
Send her on a trip
Bring me green
Fuck that bitch
Bring me blue
Nine hundred block
That's the crew
Real Mexican
Bring them bricks in
Jays got me Jays
I got hella fiends
Young nigga
But I got clientele
Pull up masked up
If you niggas tell
Gang till I die
I could never bail
Bringing loads in
I got hella bales
I be bringing them loads in
Trap house hot, but my neck still frozen
Pull up at your spot
We be kicking them doors in
South end nigga
But I'm good on the north end
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Writer(s): Damon Lopez
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