Clouds

Lyrics

[Intro] Trapaholics, real trap shit [Verse 1] I-I-I remember I said "fuck Xans", bitch, I'm back to it Diamonds, rubies, AK47, bitch, don't make me use it Loose screw, 22, pop a Xan, then sip the goop Fuck-fuck a group, no 2 times 2 I whip the foreign, cherry blue I'm with the gang, we smokin' dope and whippin' grain You say you sell, then what's the strain? Now he in pain, 'cause he a lame, on everything And I'm with my dawgs, like a canine I remember totin' on that K just for playtime Smokin' on this dope, it's all green, I call it FaceTime Pull up in that Lamborghini, green, like a fuckin' lime I ain't got time for a bitch, that's always fuckin' lyin' (Oh no) Pull up to yo' block and watch my jewеlry always fucking shine (So cold) If I go to Jail, it's because Marijuana I do what I wanna Keep that fucking Llama I can fuck his mama Girl, wе like a farmer And we keep them sticks, we booted up just like Osama [Chorus] Aye, I saw this bitch checkin' me out What you want, you want my money, want my fame, want my clout, yeah Woah, I swear this dope knock me out, yeah Dope got me high in the clouds, yeah [Verse 2] Look at the ass on my bitch, yeah Twin Glocks like Twix, yeah Can't take no picture I won't rock with ya That's a .40 in my clip, I might Glock ya' I can't lie, I'ma keep the Glock, ya' Run up on me, you could get sparked, ya' I'ma catch a nigga by the park, ya' I'ma catch the nigga while it's dark, ya' Savage lil' nigga with no heart, ya' Yo gang weak as fuck, gon' rip apart, ya' You'se a actin' ass nigga, play your part, ya' [Chorus] Aye, I saw this bitch checkin' me out What you want, you want my money, want my fame, want my clout, yeah Woah, I swear this dope knock me out, yeah Dope got me high in the clouds, yeah