Clouds - Trinidad Lyrics

Keep three horns on me like a motherf*cking trident
Getting them sacks like a motherf*cking tight end
Moving them packs like I am the postal service
F*cking that bitch, penis kissing her cervix
Don't give a f*ck what you motherf*cking heard bitch
Rolling so hard, you would think I'm in the show biz
Stepping so hard, I ain't ever tip toeing
My brodie got a plant of some dank and it's growing
Gun is aiming
Boutta change his haircut, you would think his name is Franklin
Think I won't shoot cause my hair is long and curly
Guaranteed surely that your mistaken
Stomping so hard, putting cracks into the pavement
Hitting so hard, I got molly f*cking raging
Bitch I'm getting cream start to think it's Philadelphia
Play with my cheese, man this gun will f*cking melt ya
Like it's delta
Bitch I'm so high in the air like a falcon
Bitch I'm Micheal Vick with my dogs, I don't like them
Make your homie hit the hotdog likes it's Mickey
I don't pop the Xanax no more, move it strictly
Only want her as a client, I don't want no hickey
Moving green hulks I ain't talking bout no hogan
Give a f*ck if they pressed, they love it and they know it
Bitch I'm choking
Off this f*cking green and this sticky that I'm toking
Off this f*cking tree in the winter that is growing
Off these f*cking leaves in the picture that I'm showing
Watching from above so high, bitch I'm droning
Want some chicken wings, lemon pepper, with the bone in
Wanna sip some lean, but don't got no styrofoam bitch
I ain't got no code bitch, my plug is out is of codeine