Young Nudy - Can't Clone Me Lyrics

See a lotta motherf*ckers don't see shit
I feel like, "What it really is?"
She likin' a boss nigga
Nigga in this motherf*cker, huh
I feel like it's hot, though
My motherf*ckin' dawg, nigga (COUPE)
Know this shit for life, nigga
Yeah (talmbout bein' 4L)
Motivational, nigga (that's 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 real big homie (damn)
Rich nigga and I'm never not phony (yeah)
Gettin' money never phony (nah, haha)
I got more haters now (yeah)
I got more paper now (yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (ooh, yeah)
You niggas gon' ball or not? (Ball or not)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? Pussy (yeah)

I really was slidin' in the Nissan (yeah)
Me, Tom, Boat, no peons (uh-huh, hunnids)
Big Glocks and the stick, no one (yeah, hunnids)
Big hunduns just bought some' (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 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, 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 frontin' (never was frontin')
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, and them facts (yeah)
Nigga, we'll kill a nigga for them racks (yeah)
Nigga, we'll tie a nigga up
Smack a nigga up, 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, gettin' 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 real big homie (damn)
Rich nigga and I'm never not phony (yeah)
Gettin' money never phony (nah, haha)
I got more haters now (yeah)
I got more paper now (yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (ooh, yeah)
You niggas gon' ball or not? (Ball or not)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? Pussy (yeah)

You niggas some pussy, nigga, tuck your dick
Niggas some hoes, niggas you's a bitch
Say you this and that but you are not shit
You is not a hunda, you not the brick
You ain't allowed in the heart in the 6
I done ran niggas, I done did 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 f*ck
Feel like big slime, he don't give a f*ck (yeah, don't give a f*ck)
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 envy (you niggas so easy)
Pussy niggas, man, you niggas so envy
(Hey, f*ck that, I'll kill 'em all, kill 'em all)

Lockdown, gettin' 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 real big homie (damn)
Rich nigga and I'm never not phony (yeah)
Gettin' money never phony (nah, haha)
I got more haters now (yeah)
I got more paper now (yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, don't make me go call 'em out (ooh, yeah)
You niggas gon' ball or not? (Ball or not)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when you hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder shit, what you 'bout? Pussy (yeah)