[Intro]
[Verse 1: Criss Lyric]
I be gone with the wind/
Blowing through my brain; Cobain. Veins full of that opium/
I'm focused and your girl, your chick, your b**h, your ho a fan/
Wanna blow my clan, I'm like daaamn!/
Who else you know be floating on them clouds?/
Oklahoma style, bring that thunder down on your town now../
Forecast say it's gon be raining b**hes/
With a chance of more cash for me and my n***as/
So hand me that liquor, so I can proceed to damage my liver/
Whether it's papers, or swishers, or bowls, the vapors will get ya/
My wave is official, you came with an issue/
I came for some b**hes and hoes, who still got they tonsils/
I'm a monster, mobbing with my All Mighty counsel men/
Still packing whips, ladies lap until we Porsche it/
Forget your lips, I listen to your eyes when you talking/
She know this pipe game could make her water run/
But I ain't gon force it/
Walk it better than I talk, bite it better than I bark/
This that dog sh** that you stepping into/
That hard sh**, that raw sh**, that artist momentum/
B.A.cardi I'm sipping, M.A.rley I'm twisting/
Zag zigging ambition, and hard dick to all of my past b**hes/
Check my catalog, my averages/
Obviously, quality and quantity is all that I have n***a/
Still mad n***as is in my spot, driving my cars, counting my guap/
f**ing my star crush, cruising on my yacht,for me to sit back and watch/
And not do sh** about it gon make me a s**er/
And I can't go out like them, so the ink flows out my pen/
Taking time, we don't rush hours; J.C and Tucker/
Crazy mother fasho, I got the goods and I got to go/
Running late to a show, I probably should cop an eighth to blow/
Back to the face, I probably could, but probably won't/
Show up till I'm kushed out, pull up on a cloud of smoke/
Fashionably late, fresher than those who showed/
Up on time, tryna get in before 9, cuz they heard its 5 at the door/
n***a your type is so broke, n***a you wifing hoes/
At least two of my n***as piped it before/
But it's cool if you like her though…oh
Hook:
I'm saying do your thing my n***a but if it ain't All Mighty it don't even look right, or even sound right
[Outro]