Cloned Existence

(álbum: Limbus, Pt. 2 - 2018)

Know what the fuck going on
29Thouxanban
Gang gang, you know what I'm saying
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 saying
Heard you running 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 nothing, 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 saying
Heard you running 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 pinching, 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 living 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 saying
Heard you running 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