Rielye & WoahAustin - Cloud 9ine Lyrics

Take a sip of this tea and it hit the spot
I got drunk and I messaged my favorite thot
Why the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck you be hanging around when im not around