Clone Me (feat. Sulan)

I heard these bitches was looking for the old me

That's yo' ****, but that ain't what he told me

He hit my phone, and he tryna get to know me

He said meet him at Barney's so he could blow a bag on me

I don't fuck with hoes 'cause they phony

And I don't beef with bitches that's below me

All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me

Quack, quack, duck, bitch

If you want smoke, it's up bitch

Got a problem, be direct and don't sub, bitch

Let it all off your chest since you tough, bitch

In my city, yeah, they know that I'm that bitch now

These **** see me and get hard, but put your dick down

This **** all up in my phone, he tryna get down

This **** got a whole wife and kids, he better sit down

Done fucking bitches' husbands, that's my old bad habit

But everytime I want the dick, for sure, I can have it

Aye, I just got this frontal, ****, no, you can't grab it

Said a Perkavelli get him in his zone when he stab it

I might drop a couple racks to make my ass bigger

Or I might just get a piece so fucking cold, my ass shiver, aye

I can't have no ties to a nothing ass ****

He know he can't tell me shit 'cause he know my bag bigger

I better slide with a slick

I need to cut, so tell yo **** pull up, count it up

I like 'em thick all with the weave all intact, I take it back

I like the bitch all with the golds on slab, matter fact

Aye, keep the bitch 'cause I don't know how to act, it's 'Lan

Aye, we got Su' and plus, your **** in the back, a dime

I want a bitch that think I'm king-ing for that, Sulan

I'll beat the bitches who gon' snatch all the stacks, ooh

Aye, run it back on me

Spend it up and throw that tag on me

I don't give a fuck, two Glocks, I thought you knew what's up

I put that sauce all on the bitch, oh, yeah, before we cook it up

They told me I broke into LA, so yeah, we turning up

I bet I put these golds all on my neck and get your **** fucked

These bitches call me mom 'cause he my son, I bet they pay him some'

I'm your big homie, honey, he say you like the way I move all with this stick on me

Big homie, gave him right back, so stop that crying

If he say that he ain't loving me, I can bang if bitches lying

Basic bitch be insecure, but damn, I'm barely even trying

Hoes be trying to get me mad until they people started dying

Nah, I'll probably take it too far

My money up, it's getting lit, I'll probably take an award

Bitch, aye, you ain't even built like that

We beat her ass and put that ho on the track

Matter of fact, come take this **** back

Oh, you can't so stop playing, learn how to fucking act

Aye, hot-headed, it ain't no reasoning

You bitches acting like my clones without the seasoning, bitch

I heard these bitches was looking for the old me

That's yo' ****, but that ain't what he told me

He hit my phone, and he tryna get to know me

Said meet him at Barney's so he could blow a bag on me

I don't fuck with hoes 'cause they're phony

And I don't beef with bitches that's below me

All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me

I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me