Can’t Clone Me lyrics

[Intro]
See, a lotta motherf*ckers don't see sh*t
Feel like
What it really is?
Just like a lil' boss, n*gga
And what it really
We in this motherf*cker, yeah
Been in your heart
Just poured one, poured one out for my motherf*ckin' homie, n*gga
Feel like it's that, though
Put too much in there (COUPE)
My motherf*ckin' dawg, n*gga
Know this sh*t for life, n*gga
Yeah
Talkin' 'bout gang 4L, man
Motivational, n*gga
It's just your brain speakin'
Tell 'em

[Chorus]
Lockdown, gettin' that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah, she be on that
Suckin', she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
pus*y n*gga, man, you n*ggas can't clone me (Yeah)
Real n*gga, real big homie (Damn)
Rich n*gga and I'm never not phony (Never)
Getting money, never phony (Nah)
I got more haters now (Yeah)
I got more paper now (Paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You n*ggas were balling out (Balling out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my n*ggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? pus*y (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I really was slidin' in the Nissan (Yeah)
n*gga talkin' 'bout no peon (Uh-huh)
Big Glocks and the stick know one (Yeah)
Big hunduns, just robbed somethin' (Woo)
I'm so slime, I'm in these streets (I'm in the streets)
These n*ggas took my dawg, he's a beast (He's a beast)
Shorty was known to go sell a P (Yeah, sell a P)
Big stepper when he step with me (Yeah)
Everybody in the hood respect me (Respect me)
All the ice on me, b*tch, check out my neck (Check out my neck)
Came from the bottom, b*tch, know I had left (Know I had left)
I was shootin', n*gga, never was frontin' (Never was frontin')
Getting money, I would run through it fast (Run through it fast)
Hit a lick, man, this sh*t back to back (Back to back)
n*gga flip a brick like it was gymnastic, come in that b*tch like the alphabet (Yeah)
Shoot a n*gga face off and them facts (Yeah)
n*gga, we'll kill a n*gga for them racks (Yeah)
n*gga, we'll tie a n*gga up, smack a n*gga up, torture for the racks (Yeah, torture for the racks)
n*gga, cut off finger, make his jaw crack (Yeah)
Cut a n*gga off for money, them facts (Yeah)
n*ggas snitchin' for some hoes, you rat
You will never get the b*tch back (Never)

[Chorus]
Lockdown, gettin' that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah, she be on that
Suckin', she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
pus*y n*gga, man, you n*ggas can't clone me (Yeah)
Real n*gga, real big homie (Damn)
Rich n*gga and I'm never not phony (Never)
Getting money, never phony (Nah)
I got more haters now (Yeah)
I got more paper now (Paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You n*ggas were balling out (Balling out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my n*ggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? pus*y (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
You n*ggas some pus*y n*ggas, tuck your di*k
n*ggas some hoes, n*gga, you's a b*tch
Say you this and that, but you are not sh*t
You is not a hunter, you not the brick
You ain't allowed in the hard, in the 6
I done ran n*ggas, I did that real sh*t
Lot of n*ggas, they be cappin' and sh*t
Say they gon' do this and that, but ain't it (Yeah)
Yeah, everything come out they mouth, it's bluff (Yeah)
I say the word and they shootin' it up (Yeah)
All my young n*ggas, they don't give a f*ck
Feel like big slime, he don't give a f*ck (Yeah, don't give a f*ck)
I got more sticks, yeah (Yeah)
I got more sticks, lil' b*tch (Yeah)
Talkin' that sh*t (Yeah)
I am a felon, b*tch
And this stick right here, that b*tch ain't legit (Yeah)
I'm on my sh*t when it comes to this sh*t (I'm on my sh*t)
I'm on my grind when I wanna shine (I'm on my grind)
I'm on this money, b*tch, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Either way it go, you know that I'm with it (Know that I'm with it)
Fake handshake, b*tch, I ain't friendly (b*tch, I ain't friendly)
pus*y n*ggas, man, you n*ggas so envy (You n*ggas so envy)
pus*y n*ggas, man, you n*ggas so envy... (Ayy, f*ck that, dog, kill 'em all, kill 'em all)
[Chorus]
Lockdown, gettin' that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah, she be on that
Suckin', she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
pus*y n*gga, man, you n*ggas can't clone me (Yeah)
Real n*gga, real big homie (Damn)
Rich n*gga and I'm never not phony (Never)
Getting money, never phony (Nah)
I got more haters now (Yeah)
I got more paper now (Paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You n*ggas were balling out (Balling out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my n*ggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? pus*y (Yeah)