Clouds Duwap Kaine

[Intro]
Trapaholics, real trap shit

[Verse 1]
I-I-I remember I said "fuck Xans", bitch, I'm back to it
Diamonds, rubies, AK47, bitch, don't make me use it
Loose screw, 22, pop a Xan, then sip the goop
Fuck-fuck a group, no 2 times 2
I whip the foreign, cherry blue
I'm with the gang, we smokin' dope and whippin' grain
You say you sell, then what's the strain?
Now he in pain, 'cause he a lame, on everything
And I'm with my dawgs, like a canine
I remember totin' on that K just for playtime
Smokin' on this dope, it's all green, I call it FaceTime
Pull up in that Lamborghini, green, like a fuckin' lime
I ain't got time for a bitch, that's always fuckin' lyin' (Oh no)
Pull up to yo' block and watch my jewеlry always fucking shine (So cold)
If I go to Jail, it's because Marijuana
I do what I wanna
Keep that fucking Llama
I can fuck his mama
Girl, wе like a farmer
And we keep them sticks, we booted up just like Osama

[Chorus]
Aye, I saw this bitch checkin' me out
What you want, you want my money, want my fame, want my clout, yeah
Woah, I swear this dope knock me out, yeah
Dope got me high in the clouds, yeah