[Lyric] Clone Feed 2 (Nathan Got Bars)

[Hook 1]
Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone
We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor
John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows
5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls
Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds
We’re rich, my clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door
Old news, we ain’t talking about no old hoes
Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road

[Verse 1]
Talk down to my clone, we gon pull up at your home
Shoot you in a drive by, big guns like Tommy Angelo (Aye)
We pull up in the night, diamonds shinin in the full moon
Countin too much money, all we see is green, Piccolo
Take you by surprise, bullets hittin high and low
Safeties off we’re rushin in to kill ‘em all, like no Russian
Torch the house, burned it down, it left no evidence
We keep sending bodies to the morgue by the dozens

[Bridge]
Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead
Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car
Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead
Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car
[Hook 1]
Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone
We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor
John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows
5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls
Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds
We’re rich, my clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door
Old news, We ain’t talking about no old hoes
Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road

[Verse 2]
Cruisin down a dark street preyin like some tigers
Got forties on our sides, huntin like predators
We ain’t locked in no zoo, free roamin killers
Try us, and your family put your face on the T-Shirts
Keep A kilo of the white flyin in this chopper
Spraying down with these .223's at the ops car
Pussy diss my clone, now he’s layin in the dirt
Thought he was a rockstar, but he's dumb like Patrick star

[Bridge]
Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead
Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car
Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead
Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car
[Hook 1]
Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone
We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor
John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows
5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls
Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds
We’re rich, My clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door
Old news, We ain’t talking about no old hoes
Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road