Cloned Existence - UnoTheActivist

Know what the fuck goin' on

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Gang gang, you know what I’m sayin'

Fuck you nigga

You alright 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 sayin'

Heard you runnin' 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 calamari

I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh

Point that nigga out, huh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh

Point that nigga out, ooh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh, yeah

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 nothin', yeah

They asked me when I got so cheap

I said, 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 (You dig?)

Huh, I got cheats

Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats

'Cause you pussy niggas like grass under my feet

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 sayin'

Heard you runnin' 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 calamari

I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh

Point that nigga out, huh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh

Point that nigga out, ooh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh, 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 in a deuce might crash my liver (You dig?)

Might crash the kitchen

I’m livin' 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, lil' 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 sayin'

Heard you runnin' 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 calamari

I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh

Point that nigga out, huh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh

Point that nigga out, ooh

Point that lil' nigga out, huh, yeah