(Chorus)
Niggas they copy they clones
You know i ride with that chrome
I got this shit on my own
Smokin gas out the bong
Aroma straight loud and cologne
What type of shit you on ?
Yeah I’m in my zone
I want my wrist on froze
You do not want no smoke
Smoked em like a port
(I was broke befo
Now I’m countin dough)
X3
(Verse)
Talk down they hate how I move
Big Luke put flame in the booth
Ops looking but I move to smooth
Spark up put the whip in cruise
Long nights where they ain’t never food
Niggas plotting so I keep my tool
Boy don’t play me for a fuckin fool
You might end up on the news
.40 give his ah the blues
They really hate how I move
I just be kicking the juice
I just be makin these moves
I be up and you snooze
I just be winning
You lose
Hop in the whip and I zoom
Shoota sweep ya no broom
I’m on a whole new wave
Been up I’m trappin for days
Guess I’m just stuck in my ways
Run up you meetin the k
Light up my j to the face
Lotta these niggas be fake
Lotta these niggas be snakes
I be high no cape
Chasin this money it’s fate
I might just marry the game
Putting these rappas to shame
I cannot hang with no lames
Look at the ice on my chain
I just been doin my thing
Try me I’m lettin it bang
Think that I’m playin? But this is no game
Ridin wit shootas they totin on k’s
They bust at yo brain
You is a goofy just stay in ya lane
Just stay in ya lane x3
(Chorus)
Niggas they copy they clones
You know i ride with that chrome
I got this shit on my own
Smokin gas out the bong
Aroma straight loud and cologne
What type of shit you on ?
Yeah I’m in my zone
I want my wrist on froze
You do not want no smoke
Smoked em like a port
(I was broke befo
Now I’m countin dough)
X3