Kollateral - Cloud Kickin' lyrics

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 bitches 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 killin' me, I could've stopped thirst
Is she feelin' me, i'm feeling like worst
In a fuckin' 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
Don't 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, fuck the set they claim
Sharin' all the news like I mess with fame
Btches got me wrong, they guess myhayes
(Haze)

Like Nikki
Spliff full of sticky in a Jiff jar shipping
Hit's 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 fck your crew
I make music all for these Saints

(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)

Go hard and I bogart, show love but no regard
Hoes barge and just dome hard that's
Your chick? I'll send postcards

Bithces say this flow like toxic waste
Gotta put another fuck 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 shit
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 bass
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

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