Clone - Vapor

Still be off that dope way to fucked up to drive home ay
Cold white skin like snow bloodshot eyes I'm really gone ay
Counting paper in the sky bitch I'm god better talk right
Know I get my brothers right drop that blade down in your eye
Show you what it means to die butterfly bitch watch it fly
Hit your guts and end your life what better time than this night
Bitch I gotta get it till the guillotine drop down
Pimpin in my palace with the game on lockdown
Bitch feed me grapes while i roll my blunts now
Fucking with god lightning strike shut down
Fucking with me lil bitch its lights out
Everywhere you go I'm right there iced out
Take your bitch home now you never really see her
I'll be coming by with a glock-nineteen yeah
Fuck your shows nobody wanna see ya
Fucking with a hoe that know I'm cleaner
Step up in my view imma have to beam ya
Underground ghost fucking with the team see ya

Written by:
Wesley Foster

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