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Clones
91
Hip-Hop
Clones was released on July 13, 2021 by Cinematic Music Group as a part of the album Dark Clouds
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Release DateJuly 13, 2021
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roadrunner TB
Roadrunner TB
Performer
Roadrunner Savy
Roadrunner Savy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Christopher Byrd
Terrance Christopher Byrd
Songwriter
Saveair Emmanuelle Reed
Saveair Emmanuelle Reed
Songwriter
Cordell Q Bell
Cordell Q Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nito Beats
Nito Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Somebody tell me what these lil' ****
Somebody tell me what these lil' **** on
Damn, aye
Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone
Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song
I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone
Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone
Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it
Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business
Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it
Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it
But why you got fly to chase a bitch
I'm out in traffic chasing licks
I was down bad on my ass
Lil Tay-Tay tossed a quarter brick
We ain't going on vacation when I take you on a trip
I'm a chemist on that stove, give you my mix and you won't miss
I got drip, they don't like how I move
My lil' bitch a crip, she don't like when I say boo
That lil' pussy wet, I dove inside it like a pool
We ain't selling weed on this phone, we got food
Lie infront the judge for my ****, yeah, that love different
Gotta watch gang off them pills, good brother start trippin'
And I threw VS diamonds on my neck, feel like I'm star swimming
Brother introduced me to that blender then I start winning
Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone
Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song
I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone
Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone
Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it
Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business
Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it
Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it
Aye, I whip Balenciagas on a bad day
Two Glocks on my hip, I feel like I'm Max Payne
I was fuckin' with that pit way before the rap came
You can listen to my music, still call me my trap name
I was serving out the back door with dough
Walkin' with that fold neck, like a **** hit bro
Plug said come shop with me, don't even hit though
**** tweakin' in my DM askin' what's the zip for
High as hell off these Perc tens and this wild card
Fly **** still trappin' outta Carhartt
When I hit the dope, I knock it out the ball park
When I hit yo hoe, shhh
Somebody tell me what these **** on, they my clone
Ran up twenty off that dawg 'fore I ever made a song
I'll probably rob a bank before I ever work a phone
Real trappers know to re-up on that work before it's gone
Few zips of this dawg with no fleas, then I hit it
Tryna ask me who the source, ****, that ain't y'all business
Amy said she don't want the dawg, it ain't got Fentanyl in it
Took a quarter brick a dope and I played kickball with it
Written by: Cordell Q Bell, Saveair Emmanuelle Reed, Terrance Christopher Byrd
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