Young Nudy - Can't Clone Me

Lyrics

See  motherfuckers don't see shit
I feel like, "Why they been  us?"
Slackin' a buss, nigga
(And when they )
Be in this motherfucker quick
(Been in your heart)

I feel like it's hot, though
(COUPE)
My motherfuckin' dope, nigga
Know this shit fore life, nigga
Yeah ()
Motivational, nigga (Is just your brain speakin')
You tell 'em

Lockdown, get that bitch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, suckin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy nigga, man, you niggas can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real nigga really on that (Damn)
Bitch nigga and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You niggas be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy

I really was slidin' in the East side (Yeah)
Me totin'  no peon (Uh-huh, hunnids)
Big guns and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids)
Big Glocks and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids)
Big hunnid ,  son (Woo)
I'm so slime, I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets)
These niggas took my dawg, he's a beast (He's a beast)
Shorty know we gon' 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, bitch, check out my neck (Check out my neck)
Came from the bottom, bitch, know I had left (Know I had left)
I was shootin' niggas, never was fronted (Never was fronted)
Get the money, I would run through it fast (Run through it fast)
Hit a lick, man, this shit back to back (Back to back)
Nigga flip a brick like it was gymnastic
Come in the bitch like the alphabet (Yeah)
Shoot a nigga face off in them  (Yeah)
Nigga, we'll kill a nigga for them racks (Yeah)
Nigga, we'll tie a nigga or smack a nigga or torture for them racks (Yeah, torture for them racks)
Nigga, cut a finger, make his jaw crack (Yeah)
Cut a nigga off for money, them facts (Yeah)
Niggas snitchin' for some hoes, you rat
You will never get the bitch back (Never)

Lockdown, get that bitch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, suckin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy nigga, man, you niggas can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real nigga really on that (Damn)
Bitch nigga and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You niggas be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy

You niggas some pussy, nigga, tuck your dick
Niggas some hoes, niggas you's a bitch
Say you dissin' 'em but you are not shit
You was not a homie, you like the brick
You ain't allowed in the hard, in the 6
I done ran niggas I done been with, real shit
Lotta niggas they be cappin' and shit
Say they gon' do this and that but they ain't (Yeah)
Everything come out their mouth, it's bluff (Yeah)
I say the word and they shootin' it up (Yeah)
All my young niggas, they don't give a fuck
Feel like Bslime, he don't give a fuck (Yeah, don't give a fuck)
I got more stick (Yeah, yeah), I got more stick, lil bitch (Yeah)
Talkin' that shit (Yeah)
I am a felon, bitch
Every stick right here, that bitch ain't legit (Yeah)
I'm on my shit when it comes to this shit (I'm on my shit)
I'm on my grind when I wanna shine (I'm on my grind)
I'm on this money bitch, 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 handshakes, bitch, I ain't friendly (Bitch, I ain't friendly)
Pussy niggas, man, you niggas so easy (You niggas so easy)
Pussy niggas, man, you niggas so easy
(Hey, fuck that, I'll kill 'em all, kill 'em all)

Lockdown, get that bitch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, suckin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy nigga, man, you niggas can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real nigga really on that (Damn)
Bitch nigga and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You niggas be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy