Cloned Existence

Know what the fuck goin' on
 29Thouxanban
 Fuck that shit, you know
 Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying
 Fuck you nigga (you see)
 You right though
 (We just tired of seeing these peon-ass niggas man)
 So we point these niggas out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, uh
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, ooh
 Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
 Heard you running your mouth
 When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
 Diamonds shining with the lights out, yeah
 And I'm heavyweight
 Winning like every bout
 I'ma wrap shit like calamari
 I'ma punch your belly in a bout
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that lil nigga out, huh
 Point that nigga out, ooh
 Point that lil nigga out
 Uno I killed it, look look
 Yung Shyne, can't forget the young baby
 Walk inside the club, I won't forget my gun, nah
 Now I'm the hottest there right under the sun
 Lord he blessing me, I hope I don't blast nothin', yeah
 They asked me when I got so cheap
 I said I made so much money want to keep it all for me, I'm sorry
 Like I'm Gleesh, leave your ass deceased
 My pockets got a disease, it's called obesity, dig
 Before you play me, you better play for keeps
 'Cause I'll play you out your whole assist, ya dig, I got cheats
 Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats
 'Cause you pussy niggas like grass under my feet
 So we point these niggas out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, uh
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, ooh
 Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
 Heard you running your mouth
 When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
 Diamonds shining with the lights out
 And I'm heavyweight
 Winning like every bout
 I'ma wrap shit like calamari
 I'ma punch your belly in a bout
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that lil nigga out, huh
 Point that nigga out, ooh
 Point that lil nigga out, uh
 Yeah, you're on point, but you're on point like a glitch
 You're on point like a snitch, little bitty bitch
 We don't point fingers, point red blinkers
 Get money every time real niggas link up
 I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up
 You penny pinchin', I told her to pass the scissors
 Or pass the bitches, a four and a deuce might crash my liver
 Might crash the kitchen, I'm living so rude from rags to riches
 Might pull up official, pull out my ice, then pull all your bitches
 Hop in the dish, hop in the Lamb, pull up and hit
 I might hop in your bitch, hop out the bitch like I am her kid
 (Might be) 'cause you faced up your lid, little bitch, we don't like it
 So we point these niggas out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, uh
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that little nigga out, ooh
 Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
 Heard you running your mouth
 When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em
 Diamonds shining with the lights out
 And I'm heavyweight
 Winning like every bout
 I'ma wrap shit like calamari
 I'ma punch your belly in a bout
 Point that nigga out, huh
 Point that lil nigga out, huh
 Point that nigga out, ooh
 Point that lil nigga out
 (I'm out)