Yeah the clouds that we smoking on 

They feel like home

Yeah the clouds that we smoking on 

They got me blown

Yeah the clouds that we smoking on 

They feel like home

Yeah the clouds that we smoking on 

They got me blown 

Just like Gucci Mane I’m rocking Prada

Bitch I’m gone

Testarossa, LaFerrari in my universal home 

I got bills that I’m tryna pay

Like bitch I’m on 

Change my number in your phone I don’t really like your tone 

I got patnas that been hoodrich since like before I was born 

Lady Gaga, all this swag on me, this just how I was born 

When your shawty bored, she just won’t stop bowing up my phone 

I just press ignore unless she tryna blow my Georgia Dome

I’m an Elden Lord, you ain’t even know about my lore 

Like the earth around the sun, I can’t wait to go on tour 

I ain’t Venus or Serena I ain’t going back and forth 

If you never had no money, that don’t mean that you was poor 

I got Truey on 

Polo, Ralph Lauren up on my ass 

Got so many racks, I might give a couple to my fans 

You ain’t never seen nun like this, I’m a pregnant fucking man

I might give this bitch the world, but I’ll never give a damn 

I got scars from my days of being outside on my hustle 

When we put in muscle, we knew that was more racks in the duffle 

Louis VVS-es on my wrist, I’m balling triple double 

I got more assists than solo points, verify that with my brothers 

Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig

I can’t count on you 

I’d rather count my racks 

You see this Southernplayalisticmuzik in my Cadillac 

You know my aura clean 

This P shit in my genes 

As soon as we hit the scene, we turn this bitch to a movie scene

We go MIA 

They steady looking for young Atex, bitch I’m in the A

Every season summer for us when we chart the plane 

We get lost somewhere tropic when we MIA 

Yeah we go MIA, ya dig 

MI-MI-MIA 

We go we go MIA uh

We went we went MIA uh 

We go we go MI

We go Gucci Bandana everyday huh 

Whether rain or shine we get paid everyday huh

I don’t got no ice cream tatted on my face huh 

But this icy shit still running through my veins huh 

Don’t blink you might miss a lesson from your OG 

I’m just telling you what my OG had told me 

We flood the streets like a rice field during wet season 

You need some sauce I can surely show you how to season 

Gotta move smarter motherfuckers quick to treason

Keep your circle small, stay away from all the heathens

Ain’t nothing wrong with tryna be a decent human being

Yeah the peons gonna talk but that’s just peons peeing

MI-MI-MIA 

We go we go MIA uh

We went we went MIA uh 

We go we go MIA uh

We go we go MIA uh

We go we go MIA uh

We go we go MI

Move out the way, man, your bitch pussy stank, we ain’t tryna smell that shit, man
I’m only tryna smell some stacks
Man, I don’t even rap no more, I just speak facts 

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

Margiela collar on my shirt

Why flirt
Already dropping it down
Already popping that skirt

Respect my wraith, uh

Respect my rank

Respect my wraith, uh

Respect my rank

I was seventeen blowing a check

On Polo collars and Ralph

Playing check with my Timberland boots on, get the fuck off of my couch

Playing the speakers loud, sub in the bass, booming the truck

OG Maco - 12 bricks in the case you know we ain’t give a fuck 

That’s the way we came up

Hit the studio at night, mom said turn it down

Shit I’m almost done 

5AM bitch I’m up
Hadda go work that concrete

This is way before Yachty

I was really pouring yards on yards
Shit, I don’t know what a pint be

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

We got pints on pints

The rhythm loud the music bumping

Bitch hit me up like “say something”

What you tryna do? You wanna squabble? Nah bitch yeah you frontin

The culture love me, I respect it, bleed for this shit, no resentment 

My phone line, it ring on constant, I don’t pick up less we fucking

Keep that fufu energy way way back off of me

I only pray and say my grace I don’t got problems with the King

My whole life I asked the Lord to help me dance and help me sing

I was fucking up when I started to do shit for the bling 

Bitch don’t play with me I only play for keeps

You got my patience running low just like my ping 

I don’t spare no words, I only spar in the ring 

Keep these dirty fucking whores away from me

I ain’t tryna fuck the money up, fuck the money up 

I been tryna run the money up, run the money up 

I ain’t tryna fuck the money up, fuck the money up 

I been tryna run the money up, run the money up 

The rhythm loud the music bumping

Bitch hit me up like “say something”

What you tryna do? You wanna squabble? Nah bitch yeah you frontin 

The culture love me, I respect it, bleed for this shit, no resentment 

My phone line, it ring on constant, I don’t pick up less we fucking

Less we fucking, less we fighting, less we fussing

I ain’t pulling up if ain’t no money jumping 

Fuck am I to do when all these rappers frontin

Swear sometimes I wish a pussy would say something