"Cloned Existence" lyrics

Know what the fuck going on
29Thouxanban
Gang gang, you know what I'm saying
Fuck you, nigga
You right there?
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 saying
Heard you running your mouth
When I see you, I'ma Pacquiao (Dig)
Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like every bout
I'ma wrap shit like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that little nigga out, huh, yeah (Uno, I killed it)
Look, look

Yung Shyne, huh, can't forget the Yung, baby
Walk inside the club, I won't forget my gun, nah
Ooh, now I'm the hottest there right under the sun
Lord, he blessing me, I hope that I don't blast nothing, yeah
They asked me when I got so cheap
I said I made so much money, wanna keep all for me, I'm sorry
Like you're Gleesh, leave your ass deceased
My pockets got a disease called obesity (Dig?)
Before you play me, you better play for keeps
'Cause I'll play you out your whole system, ya dig, I got cheats (Huh)
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 (Yeah, man, get that fuck nigga out the motherfucker)
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, ooh
Give a fuck 'bout what you saying
Heard you running your mouth
When I see you, I'ma Pacquiao (Dig)
Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like every bout
I'ma wrap shit like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that little nigga out, huh, yeah

You're on point, but you're on point like a glitch (Yeah)
You're on point like a snitch, little bitty bitch
We don't point fingers, point red blinkers (Brrt)
Get money every time real niggas link up
I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up
You penny pinching, I told her to pass the scissors (Yeah)
Or pass the bitches
A four in a deuce might crash my liver (You dig?)
Might crash the kitchen
I'm living so rude, from rags to riches (Huh)
Might pull up official
Pull out my ice, then pull all your bitches
Hop in the dish (Skrrt)
Hop in the Lam, pull up and hit (Yeah)
I might hop in your bitch, ooh
Hop out the bitch like I am her kid (Mine)
Can't see your face, tap your lid, little bitch
When your lights out

So 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 saying
Heard you running your mouth
When I see you, I'ma Pacquiao
Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
And I'm heavyweight
Winning like every bout
I'ma wrap shit like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that nigga out, huh
Point that little nigga out, huh
Point that nigga out, ooh
Point that little nigga out, huh, yeah (Out, out)