Clones

Somebody tell me what these lil' ****

Somebody tell me what these lil' **** on

Damn, aye

Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone

Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song

I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone

Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone

Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it

Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business

Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it

Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it

But why you got fly to chase a bitch

I'm out in traffic chasing licks

I was down bad on my ass

Lil Tay-Tay tossed a quarter brick

We ain't going on vacation when I take you on a trip

I'm a chemist on that stove, give you my mix and you won't miss

I got drip, they don't like how I move

My lil' bitch a crip, she don't like when I say boo

That lil' pussy wet, I dove inside it like a pool

We ain't selling weed on this phone, we got food

Lie infront the judge for my ****, yeah, that love different

Gotta watch gang off them pills, good brother start trippin'

And I threw VS diamonds on my neck, feel like I'm star swimming

Brother introduced me to that blender then I start winning

Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone

Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song

I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone

Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone

Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it

Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business

Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it

Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it

Aye, I whip Balenciagas on a bad day

Two Glocks on my hip, I feel like I'm Max Payne

I was fuckin' with that pit way before the rap came

You can listen to my music, still call me my trap name

I was serving out the back door with dough

Walkin' with that fold neck, like a **** hit bro

Plug said come shop with me, don't even hit though

**** tweakin' in my DM askin' what's the zip for

High as hell off these Perc tens and this wild card

Fly **** still trappin' outta Carhartt

When I hit the dope, I knock it out the ball park

When I hit yo hoe, shhh

Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone

Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song

I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone

Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone

Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it

Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business

Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it

Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it