[Intro]
Yeah
Cloudboys
Yeah
Uh
Okay
[Verse]
Plottin' and schemin' you know that I'd be on the lock on the product
Plottin' and schemin' you need it you hit me you know it I got it
Sippin' on syrup and soda I'm leanin' and smokin' that ganja
I'd probably go undefeated and see you went straight to the coffin you know
Blowin' that paper and blowin' that O
Smellin' like dope. (Smellin' like dope)
You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go
Sippin' on coke
Ice on my wrist and that ice on my Lows
I'm in the kitchen I beat it I get it I'm whippin' the ? to a ?
I'm on a whip and I'm smokin' a swisher and I'm f**in' yo b**h
I'm at the trap and boy countin' this money she prolly s**in' a dick
Rollin' a swisher got drank in my cup and that new .45 on my hip
Got all these models and gettin' this money I swear girl I'm the culprit
Shooters on shooters got bullets on bullets got clips up on clips
Oli be ballin and all of these hoes callin' me I'ma get rich
They all on my dick
Ice on my earlobe and ice on my wrist
I hit the stage and I hit the stage boy I'm off the sh**s
I'm feelin my self
Feelin' like spending a bill on myself
Sippin' on syrup
Spendin' this money man I swear I be feelin' myself
It's k**in' my health
My lifestyle and suddenly I'm k**in'/feelin' my wealth
I'm movin' this stuff
Gucci and Louie Ferragamo Belt
My money long
You s** on my dick I be rippin' the bong
She singin' my song
Oli' your b**hes be singin' along
I gave her the dong
Pull up and run up I'm doin' you wrong
We can't get along
Rollin' that blunt and that gucci be strong
[?]
Airbrush shirt on and a strap n***a
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
f**in' with the set boy you could learn the hard way
I got the fiends [?] linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard sippin lean [?] like all day
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
f**in' with the [?] boy you could learn the hard way
I got the fiends [?] linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard sippin lean [?]like all day