Clouds Berner & OhGeesy

(Yea)
(I got tracks on this bitch I don't know how to act)
(Mmm)
(This for the homies in the clouds, uh)
(Yeah, Yeah mmh, mmh, mhh, Yeah, mmh, mmh, Yeah, mmh, mmh, mmh)
What? (What?) (What?)

[Verse 1: Berner]
I'm married to the game, I'm in love with the bag
Double-barrel AR and come with the mag
Custom clips in the whips, do the dashboard lift
I'm in Albuquerque, where the bad-ass bitches?
Keep my enemies sick, nah, they can't keep up
They fucked the chicken off, now he can't re-up
Old 20s make the bag smell moldy
I'm tryna shake the old me
Burning up the OC
Me and OhGeesy, house full of breezies
Haters wanna kill me, but that won't be easy
Flip a hunnid bands and make a half milly
Sell a couple bags, when the pack land in Philly
I'll be somewhere out the way
Probably off the 'shrooms
My lil' homies filled the room and filled balloons
This that next-level bag talk, nah, I can't be touched
Four-hundred million that's not, nah
I bet they couldn't walk in these shoes, I'm busting moves
I came to win, I can't lose, they look confused
How I make the bitch chose in them dirty white shoes
501s with the throwaway too