Kollateral - Cloud Kickin' lyrics

[Verse 1} Wait, hold up.. Couple things got'em rolled up And I gotta cup of the purple mixin' the soda And you know i'm bout it, the b**hes see it nd throw up Damn, I'm so flushed... Someone needs to go and like rejuvenate me Couple red pills im hallucenating Who's it lately, comin' with some rules embracing.. the game And everything it's worth Another enemy into that dirt Another frienemy that tried to hurt It didn't matter cause it did not work Artillery, I should've shot first Is she k**in' me, I could've stopped thirst Is she feelin' me, i'm feeling like worst In a f**in' black hearse, I was going through her purse I remember it all like it was yesterday But that it is all that i'm meant to say Don't go asking questions, dont confess to ways You pest, you best get going in the left of lanes Do not make me mention you'll get left in lane Barracuda fangs, f** the set they claim Sharin' all the news like I mess with fame B*tches got me wrong, they guess my...Hayes(Haze) Like Nikki, spliff full of sticky in a Jiff jar shipping Hits through the bricking like a big car ripping Through the wall, I ball like Chris Paul sticking That paint, and never say that I can't And if you do, well then f*ck your crew I make music all for these Saints [Hook] (Cause I got that pack) Share a flow for my bros that never made it on the flight right back (Cause I got that pack) Pair of hoes gonna flock like some hounds when they sniff through the bag (Cause I got that pack) Stuff a cone for your girl, she don't smoke but she about to rip it fat (Cause I got that pack) Where these hoes gonna go when I leave them straight flat on there back (Cause I got that pack) [Bridge] Go hard and I bogart, show love but no regard Hoes barge and just dome hard. that's your chick? I'll send postcards (X4) [Verse 2] Bithces say this flow like toxic waste Gotta put another f** boy in place Onomatopoeia all on his face and I don't wanna be you, you're a grown dispace-ment Chilling in a basement Writing on a blog bout how you really just hate sh** For goodness sake kid Give me a break, breaking it down on my Curren$y tray Nursery rhymers are going away Hershey's designer, got bars for them days Scarred so I open jars, burn up the place Need a car, living in the stars, turn up the ba** Bombarded, I ball like Harden until I faint Blowin hard, chillin in the garden on sunny days I'm loaded up, that limelight, it's glowing bruh The time's right, Im showing up, and I show enough Im never low enough. and I flow enough to get me doper stuff Rope for the hope of the chosen ones And I float like the smoke on the holder's gun And I pose, make a toast for the frozen ones [Hook] [Bridge 2] You know that we blow that This flow track's a throwback My mind tries to slow that But time tries to show that ...It ain't nothing to me (X2)