CLONE! Lyrics – Txlibxn
Singer: Txlibxn
Title: CLONE!
Graah, Graah, Graah Graah Graah
Okay Rodz!
I’m wit tank and he toting a blick
PTSD got me moving like wick
Jus like Moroccans we carrying sticks
Do ‘em so bad now he running like Rick
They was hating on me same n#gg#s is fans now
Bossed up now they see I’m the man now
My b#tch gone shoot boy you better get down
22 shots n#gg# that’s a man down
A boogie no hoodie n#gg# what is that sound
Ar wit a t#tt#es we gotta hunnid rounds
With key and sun n#gg# we gone set it
TDB for the hat he finna get it
Opps in the V ima flip it
Jus like a bayblade ima rip it
Now he a dead n#gg# I’ma zip it
Better duck we ain’t leaving a witness
He copy that n#gg# my clone
I cannot fight so I’m tucking the pole
Sike I lied I’m punching your nose
These n#gg#s be hating these n#gg#s be froze
Like me and the gang can’t switch on the bro
I gotta beam and we aim at yo toes
Like how many times nobody knows
I’m never gone lack and I’m never gone fold
How many times I’m gone have to tell that lil n#gg# he finna die
Like graah boom bop
Hollow tips bullets we aim at yo eye
Lil n#gg# got sent to the sky
p#ss# #ss n#gg# got sent to the gates
Graah graah boom now that n#gg# erased
Smoking that gas sh#t got me laced
Got em running now he moving from states
Check in n#gg# for you get clocked out
Just like a picture you getting cropped out
Sippin on henny sh#t feel like a knock out
Drivin a Mazda we finna park out
Fourth of July we finna spark out
n#gg#s be all on my dick like a fan
Trynna act tough boy you is not the man
Went to the mall nd spent abt hella bands
I say what I want give a f#ck bout fans
You is a b#tch n#gg# get of my dick
Foe I hop out wit a drum on a stick
Empty the clip hit whoever you wit
Like I’m really fixing to do it
I don’t give a f#ck who you with
Tell ‘em to suck on my dick
If you talk on my brother get rolled like a spliff or get shot with the blick
Can’t see because I’m dripping in all black
Told the p#ss# n#gg# that he should watch his back
I’m keeping the pole I can not lack
Smoking them white runtz and it’s fat
I got the munchies need a snack
Talk on my gang and you gone get smacked
Better lock up before I bust in the door
Give me the money b#tch get on the floor
I can not f#ck with a p#ss# #ss hoe
Got ten blicks get shot get shot in your nose
Watch your step or you gone get popped
I am a dread head with some locks
Heard he a opp he talk to the cops
Talk on my name get shot with a Glock
Heard he broke that n#gg# a bum
Smokin yo pack and it f#ck up my lungs
Heard that he talk sh#t run my ones
How do he talk sh#t with a drum
He is a little boy he my son
Kick sh#t with the gang came straight from the slums
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