(Aye-aye, aye, aye, aye-aye, aye)
(Let's kill this shit real quick)
Why you niggas always gotta lie to me?
Can't believe I thought y'all were gonna ride for me
In my dreams I seen niggas switching sides on me
I'm just trying to do it right, living god-uh-ly
I meant godly but I'll fight B, don't try me
Leave you beat, bleeding in the street, screaming "Why me?"
Likely you can find me with a hypebeast
Gimme sprite please, I'm drinking lean through an IV
That's a light week don't get shit confused
Every week I see you rolling with a different crew
If your homie got an issue he can get it too
Spitting at you in the booth when I hit the stu-
I meant studio damn why I keep f*cking up so much
Spitting quick is hard, like a cripple playing double dutch
I don't really drink lean, never seen a double cup
But I'm not a lightweight I be taking other drugs
Done DMT, man that shit was whack
Still haven't done shrooms but I took a tab
I been sipping on some brews I like to knock em back
But the truth is weed that's where it's at
It helps me write good shit
Here's a little bit put your headphones in
The kid 2.Wav with the beat and the mix
It's CloutGodT and that boy ED bitch don't forget
That's just light advice
Blowing up overnight who knew I could rhyme
This the time of my life so excuse my hype
But I'm feeling like I kill it every time I write
Am I right?
Maybe not
Guess I gotta take my time, till I pop
Bitch I'm hopping to the top spot wont stop till I copped a drop top
Got guap, bought yachts, top from some hot thots
(Ooh
Okay, okay T, I see you out here CloutGod, okay)
(It's Wavy nigga)
Shit, they said they need a hook
I said motherf*ck a hook
Riding around in Gwinnett, stacking my paper so thick like a book
And my wallet, it look like a bible
So I'm about to go be on a boat
$3,500 in cash
Bought a Buick, don't need me a coat
Even though my wrist on froze, I'll kick it with Caribbean hoes
Next stop a beach resort, ay
All up Mexico
Mixing my Henny with Pepsi-cola
Two foreign women: Aloha and Hola
Then we fly back to Pensacola
(Man, a nigga hungry as shit right now
Eating ravioli in Pensacola instead of the buffet on a f*ckin cruise ship
God damn, nigga!)
Girl we moving too fast, I don't wanna crash
Baby back back, why you got me spending all this cash
I don't wanna meet your family, I don't wanna meet your dad
You need to relax, kick back unpack a bag of grass
(Yo what are you doing, nigga?)
A young nigga trying singing shit
Tell that nigga that he need to quit
We all know that where his weekness is
Either way he still gon be the shit
Flexing up on all my enemies
Stepping sexy in my NMDs
Press me and get smoked like a chimney
Spent a G on my coat I look like a king
So what these lil niggas wanna do
What you mean "Who?" I'm right in front of you
If you catch me slacking, if you catch lacking, then I'll come right back in with a whole crew
I'm just playing I ain't pussy, nigga
Fight me one-on-one or shoot me, nigga
I just killed this shit so smoothly, nigga
Two-piece combo leave you loopy, nigga
All of these critics, they praise me
I know you hate me, cause yo lil bitch wanna date me
When I'm on stage, these niggas go crazy
I swear that shit is amazing, oh!
This is the end of the song
Hold on wait we still got weed in the bong
What you mean "no" I could keep going on
F*ck it I guess I'll see y'all in the next one
Bye-bye!
CloutGodT - Elesdee (feat. 2.Wav) Lyrics
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English
(Aye-aye, aye, aye, aye-aye, aye)
(Let's kill this shit real quick)
Why you niggas always gotta lie to me?
Can't believe I thought y'all were gonna ride for me
In my dreams I seen niggas switching sides on me
I'm just trying to do it right, living god-uh-ly
I meant godly but I'll fight B, don't try me
Leave you beat, bleeding in the street, screaming "Why me?"
Likely you can find me with a hypebeast
Gimme sprite please, I'm drinking lean through an IV
That's a light week don't get shit confused
Every week I see you rolling with a different crew
If your homie got an issue he can get it too
Spitting at you in the booth when I hit the stu-
I meant studio damn why I keep f*cking up so much
Spitting quick is hard, like a cripple playing double dutch
I don't really drink lean, never seen a double cup
But I'm not a lightweight I be taking other drugs
Done DMT, man that shit was whack
Still haven't done shrooms but I took a tab
I been sipping on some brews I like to knock em back
But the truth is weed that's where it's at
It helps me write good shit
Here's a little bit put your headphones in
The kid 2.Wav with the beat and the mix
It's CloutGodT and that boy ED bitch don't forget
That's just light advice
Blowing up overnight who knew I could rhyme
This the time of my life so excuse my hype
But I'm feeling like I kill it every time I write
Am I right?
Maybe not
Guess I gotta take my time, till I pop
Bitch I'm hopping to the top spot wont stop till I copped a drop top
Got guap, bought yachts, top from some hot thots
(Ooh
Okay, okay T, I see you out here CloutGod, okay)
(It's Wavy nigga)
Shit, they said they need a hook
I said motherf*ck a hook
Riding around in Gwinnett, stacking my paper so thick like a book
And my wallet, it look like a bible
So I'm about to go be on a boat
$3,500 in cash
Bought a Buick, don't need me a coat
Even though my wrist on froze, I'll kick it with Caribbean hoes
Next stop a beach resort, ay
All up Mexico
Mixing my Henny with Pepsi-cola
Two foreign women: Aloha and Hola
Then we fly back to Pensacola
(Man, a nigga hungry as shit right now
Eating ravioli in Pensacola instead of the buffet on a f*ckin cruise ship
God damn, nigga!)
Girl we moving too fast, I don't wanna crash
Baby back back, why you got me spending all this cash
I don't wanna meet your family, I don't wanna meet your dad
You need to relax, kick back unpack a bag of grass
(Yo what are you doing, nigga?)
A young nigga trying singing shit
Tell that nigga that he need to quit
We all know that where his weekness is
Either way he still gon be the shit
Flexing up on all my enemies
Stepping sexy in my NMDs
Press me and get smoked like a chimney
Spent a G on my coat I look like a king
So what these lil niggas wanna do
What you mean "Who?" I'm right in front of you
If you catch me slacking, if you catch lacking, then I'll come right back in with a whole crew
I'm just playing I ain't pussy, nigga
Fight me one-on-one or shoot me, nigga
I just killed this shit so smoothly, nigga
Two-piece combo leave you loopy, nigga
All of these critics, they praise me
I know you hate me, cause yo lil bitch wanna date me
When I'm on stage, these niggas go crazy
I swear that shit is amazing, oh!
This is the end of the song
Hold on wait we still got weed in the bong
What you mean "no" I could keep going on
F*ck it I guess I'll see y'all in the next one
Bye-bye!
(Let's kill this shit real quick)
Why you niggas always gotta lie to me?
Can't believe I thought y'all were gonna ride for me
In my dreams I seen niggas switching sides on me
I'm just trying to do it right, living god-uh-ly
I meant godly but I'll fight B, don't try me
Leave you beat, bleeding in the street, screaming "Why me?"
Likely you can find me with a hypebeast
Gimme sprite please, I'm drinking lean through an IV
That's a light week don't get shit confused
Every week I see you rolling with a different crew
If your homie got an issue he can get it too
Spitting at you in the booth when I hit the stu-
I meant studio damn why I keep f*cking up so much
Spitting quick is hard, like a cripple playing double dutch
I don't really drink lean, never seen a double cup
But I'm not a lightweight I be taking other drugs
Done DMT, man that shit was whack
Still haven't done shrooms but I took a tab
I been sipping on some brews I like to knock em back
But the truth is weed that's where it's at
It helps me write good shit
Here's a little bit put your headphones in
The kid 2.Wav with the beat and the mix
It's CloutGodT and that boy ED bitch don't forget
That's just light advice
Blowing up overnight who knew I could rhyme
This the time of my life so excuse my hype
But I'm feeling like I kill it every time I write
Am I right?
Maybe not
Guess I gotta take my time, till I pop
Bitch I'm hopping to the top spot wont stop till I copped a drop top
Got guap, bought yachts, top from some hot thots
(Ooh
Okay, okay T, I see you out here CloutGod, okay)
(It's Wavy nigga)
Shit, they said they need a hook
I said motherf*ck a hook
Riding around in Gwinnett, stacking my paper so thick like a book
And my wallet, it look like a bible
So I'm about to go be on a boat
$3,500 in cash
Bought a Buick, don't need me a coat
Even though my wrist on froze, I'll kick it with Caribbean hoes
Next stop a beach resort, ay
All up Mexico
Mixing my Henny with Pepsi-cola
Two foreign women: Aloha and Hola
Then we fly back to Pensacola
(Man, a nigga hungry as shit right now
Eating ravioli in Pensacola instead of the buffet on a f*ckin cruise ship
God damn, nigga!)
Girl we moving too fast, I don't wanna crash
Baby back back, why you got me spending all this cash
I don't wanna meet your family, I don't wanna meet your dad
You need to relax, kick back unpack a bag of grass
(Yo what are you doing, nigga?)
A young nigga trying singing shit
Tell that nigga that he need to quit
We all know that where his weekness is
Either way he still gon be the shit
Flexing up on all my enemies
Stepping sexy in my NMDs
Press me and get smoked like a chimney
Spent a G on my coat I look like a king
So what these lil niggas wanna do
What you mean "Who?" I'm right in front of you
If you catch me slacking, if you catch lacking, then I'll come right back in with a whole crew
I'm just playing I ain't pussy, nigga
Fight me one-on-one or shoot me, nigga
I just killed this shit so smoothly, nigga
Two-piece combo leave you loopy, nigga
All of these critics, they praise me
I know you hate me, cause yo lil bitch wanna date me
When I'm on stage, these niggas go crazy
I swear that shit is amazing, oh!
This is the end of the song
Hold on wait we still got weed in the bong
What you mean "no" I could keep going on
F*ck it I guess I'll see y'all in the next one
Bye-bye!
Writer: Tyler Jackson
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