CLOUD 9
Way too high, I'm on nine
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Bitch I'm back ay
Deep in KC tryna win the rat race
They can't even keep up with me, they delayed
Imma kill you with the flex and watch you decay
Be discreet, lurking shadows in the deep
Clear the way, kill the static, I'm elite
It's like magic, I'm making it happen
Imma get in my bag and I ain't going the slow way
Let me have it, money my habit
Imma wreak havoc, watch them all blow away
Like ok lets hell raise
My next phase moving up ay
Way too high, I'm on nine
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Fuck it, lets hop in the Benz
I know they tryna get in
I know they wanna get up on the plot
Ain't putting you on the list
I'm burning hot now, look at the smoke I emit
Put them in shock now, I think that it's making them sick
Cup, ain't no HI-C
Drunk, lets get hyphy
Fuck if you like me
What? You ain't special
Just let them spite me
Blood on my white tee
World under my feet
Swear I'm the vessel
Know she want me bad for the cash ah
Never on the brakes, hit the gas ah
I'm putting up the numbers, do the math ah
Way too high, I'm on nine
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Bitch I'm back ay
Deep in KC tryna win the rat race
They can't even keep up with me, they delayed
Imma kill you with the flex and watch you decay
Be discreet, lurking shadows in the deep
Clear the way, kill the static, I'm elite
It's like magic, I'm making it happen
Imma get in my bag and I ain't going the slow way
Let me have it, money my habit
Imma wreak havoc, watch them all blow away
Like ok lets hell raise
My next phase moving up ay
Way too high, I'm on nine
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Fuck it, lets hop in the Benz
I know they tryna get in
I know they wanna get up on the plot
Ain't putting you on the list
I'm burning hot now, look at the smoke I emit
Put them in shock now, I think that it's making them sick
Cup, ain't no HI-C
Drunk, lets get hyphy
Fuck if you like me
What? You ain't special
Just let them spite me
Blood on my white tee
World under my feet
Swear I'm the vessel
Know she want me bad for the cash ah
Never on the brakes, hit the gas ah
I'm putting up the numbers, do the math ah
Way too high, I'm on nine
Feel the beat in my chest
See my eyes, need some Visine
To clear up the red
Bad 'lil shawty beside me
A ride or die bitch
Never Stop, swear to god
Imma water my wrist
Credits
Writer(s): Jaylen Boileau
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