Cloud 9ine ft. WoahAustin Lyrics

Take a sip of this tea and it hit the spot

I got drunk and I messaged my favorite thot

Why the fuck you be claiming bout things that you know you not

Take a bite of this flamin hot

Pour some mud in this soda pop

Booty faker than photoshop

My shorty go to him and drop the dot

Im catch the boy slipping like robocop

Take a puff of the blunt got me way in the clouds, clouds

Got me praying to God he aint letting me down, down

When im busy with shows when I aint in the town, town

Like who in the fuck you be hanging around when im not around

My heater got rounds

In my Nike sweatpants I might end you in style

I was raised in the wild

Been surviving since I was a Destiny Child

Pineapple White Owl

I rip open a pack now im smoking on loud

In here minding my business im so high

Feeling good counting racks on the sofa

I aint gone cap nigga speaking facts

Pull up in something black wearing all black

Im really the cat nigga you a act

Nigga im a man nigga you a rat

You want them bands nigga get a sack

Im in here flipping packs like a flapjack

I drive her crazy nigga like a Scatpack

I got my nigga back like a backpack

Take a puff of the blunt got me way in the clouds, clouds

Got me praying to God he aint letting me down, down

When im busy with shows when I aint in the town, town

Like who in the fuck you be hanging around when im not around