[Intro]
Yeah
Cloudboys
Yeah
Uh
Look at it

[Hook]
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 that 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
You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go
Sippin' on flow
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 hand to a hoe

[Verse]
I'm on a whip and I'm smokin' the swisher and I'm fuckin' yo bitch
I'm at the trap and we countin' money and she prolly suckin' 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 that be callin' me young Richie Rich
She 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 so off the shit
I'm feelin' my self
Feelin' like spending a bill on myself
Sippin' on syrup
Spendin' this money man I swear I be killing myself
It's killing my health
My lifestyle and suddenly I'm killing my wealth
I'm movin' this stuff
Gucci and Louie, Ferragamo Belt
My money long
She suck on my dick I be whippin' a bone
She singin' my song
Oli your bitches be singin' alone
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 T-Shirt
[Outro]
Yeah, All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
Fuckin' with the set, boy you could learn the hard way
I got the feast, linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day

All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
Fuckin' with the set, boy you could learn the hard way
I got the feast, linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day