Chiefkages - Red Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1: Isher Roth] Black suits. Red clouds on the fleeces Black jeans and my Jordan 3's with all the creases See, I foreseen this I can see everything I can see ya Clay detonators through the wedding ring I use my three commas when I do my sentencing Cause I body these n***as when they do the questioning Im Jiraiya. You a Gennin Know ya place. Respect ya elders Rawkage & Herbkage Oh. I pulled the 9 tray U b**hes be on insta sayin y'all guzzle bombay When in reality Y'all champagne Papi's singing XO's like y'all Valerie Battle me Cut ya cap off like you owe my team some salary Battle me [Hook] This the red cloud anthem The weed got you seeing things Baby girl stay committed Ima throw the wedding ring. (x2) When I throw these shots out You n***as better watch out (x2) You better duck and dive Honey my L's. Straight from the hive The Bee Hive. That's BBC Big Blunts. With some Cali Dream Cosmic Brownies with White Widow I summoned the beat I go blood when I scroll She climb uptop then free fall Suicide she can't take it all More and more greedy who*e Want my weed not me She can't see me for me The appearance way too G, cause Itachi eyes when I glare into ya vision (x3) The hate in ya heart. You made the decision [Verse 2: Sae] Puffing on the finest dank I'm scrolling up the finest tree My eyes blood like these Red Clouds You could call me Itachi The way I blaze to the beat Amaterasu from a black Bic I lit it up then pa**ed it (take this) Weed make ya b**h do back flips Ironic how she my actress But when we alone she never acting Just enacting and enticing But back to the way I'm lighting this spliff (4/20) And nah it ain't that piff Genjustu a** n***as Looking at me sour but y'all mids And ya smoking Reggie Stiff (no good) I could see through ya smoke Matter fact I can see through the scope (sniper shots) Red Beam when I lean Roll up .9s of the shake Just to loosen up my brakes Personifying wrapping and rapping Cause I was born with these talents I just uncovered these sh**s by accident Now you blind eye n***as is lackin Ya girl struggling with attraction (she like me) And that's fatal Pulp fiction with this friction No friction when I mix it See how I make the sh** blend (mix it) Simple minded n***as follow trends Just worried about how imma make her bend (like Beckham) She face and choke no pun intended Roll a blunt just cause she blunt I like when my girls lack a front (no tummies) But got a top and a back Like it's summer in a jag You smoke weak gas you jet lag. (no diesel, paper planes) [Hook] Smoking on the finest weed (a-life) That's me, Ish & the rest of the team (Issacher) Blow red clouds with new breed (kwev-life, high-grades) Like a modern day Akatsuki (red clouds) Toking dank it stank good (good) Educated but we still hood (hood) Red eyes but our words wise We high talk and let our heights talk