Cloned Existence lyrics

[Intro]
Know what the f*ck goin' on
29Thouxanban
Gang gang, you know what I'm sayin'
f*ck you, n*gga
You right there?
We just tired of seeing these peon-ass n*ggas, man

[Chorus]
So we point these n*ggas out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, uh
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, ooh
Give a f*ck 'bout what you sayin'
Heard you runnin' 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 sh*t like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh
Point that n*gga out, ooh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh, yeah (Uno, I killed it)
Look, look
[Verse 1]
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 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 pus*y n*ggas like grass under my feet

[Chorus]
So we point these n*ggas out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, uh (Yeah, man, get that f*ck n*gga out the motherf*cker)
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, ooh
Give a f*ck 'bout what you sayin'
Heard you runnin' 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 sh*t like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh
Point that n*gga out, ooh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh, yeah
[Verse 2]
You're on point, but you're on point like a glitch (Yeah)
You're on point like a snitch, little bitty b*tch
We don't point fingers, point red blinkers (Brrt)
Get money every time real n*ggas link up
I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up
You penny pinchin', I told her to pass the scissors (Yeah)
Or pass the b*tches
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 b*tches
Hop in the dish (Skrrt)
Hop in the Lam, pull up and hit (Yeah)
I might hop in your b*tch, ooh
Hop out the b*tch like I am her kid (Mine)
Can't see your face, tap your lid, lil' b*tch
When your lights out

[Chorus]
So point these n*ggas out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, uh
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that little n*gga out, ooh
Give a f*ck '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 sh*t like Kyle Lowry (Wrap it)
I'ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
Point that n*gga out, huh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh
Point that n*gga out, ooh
Point that lil' n*gga out, huh, yeah (Out, out)