CloudsOfStorm

Lyrics

[ Verse: S God ] Keep it 100 I'm floatin' on clouds Dressin' the trillest you know I got style Diamonds is water they drippin' like Nile Say I'm not a God, you live in denial Bitch don't kill the vibe, we feel too alive I'm not satisfied 'till my high like paradise Runnin' up a check like a mufuckin' track meet I be on attack gettin' right to where the racks be That be where the wack can't be, where the wack can't go Yeah where there ain't no room for the lame Bitches want the last name I leave every track slain Way too acclaimed bitch Greenery be the language Weed talk, money talk Broke boys get vanquished Distinguished taste with the hood shit $900,000 I'm hood rich, spent it all at Gucci Shoot up your set like a fuckin' movie Embodyment of a true legend with a bad temper, send your crew to heaven Made half a mil on the music shit and the clock ain't even half past eleven Pimp shit what I specialize Hazel eyes they hipnotize Fade on the side bitch fuck with a God Team too trill can't fuck with the squad Tripple 6 what I be on S God, upper echelon S God be the paragon I gets cheese like parmesan I don't give 'bout your man hoe Just shake that shit comando Forget about your plans tho If you tryna earn these bands hoe I be takin' over, burnin' bright super nova I'm a God, nothin' lower Cut you down like a mower Never catch me sober Mufuckin' loner I'm a motherfuckin' weed smoker Definition of a stoner God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother [ Outro: S God ] God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother