Lipton lyrics

[Intro: Cloudmaster Price]
Ayy, Tega, Tega, gon' get it

[Verse 1: Cloudmaster Price]
I got the Wu-Tang flow in the palm of my hands
I'm just a dirty South n*gga, that ain't rockin' in Vans
I could probably take it, thought it, but I need an advance
Yeah, I'm P-Dittin' to the hoe, I'm makin' a band
n*ggas always wanna talk, but I ain't seein' a band Y
Eah, she wanna claim, she takin', I ain't seein' a man
And you wanna battle me but Doech can handle you a fan
Messin' with a loner n*gga, I do not understand Doech

[Verse 2: Doechii]
Doechii potion in your ocean I'm the wave, your b*tch in motion
I'm sadistic, no emotio,n I'm statistic, locomotion
Say he like the way I spit
Slob on the track while he j*rkin' up his di*k, where's the lotion?
All these rap b*tches in my DM want promotion
Remove that rap b*tch off the map, that's promotion
Every n*gga in the game claim that they was chosen
They ambition don't equate to how they flow and how I goes in

[Verse 3: Cloudmaster Price]
b*tch, I'm mad, then red, period flow, we bled
No power rule, you b*tch want a lil' cloud, yeah, Caillou
Twilight, beef stew, yea,h the game been good, we don't really need you
John Cena with your hoe, you can't even see who
And me and Doechii's in a Buick, color us a Mountain Dew
Ayy, what the f*ck you tryna do? Pull up on your avenue
Don't give a f*ck about revenue I'm showing different intervals
You looking at a general
My b*tch came out from Portugal, other one from Liverpool
Cops watch a n*gga roll, yhey tryna shoot but difficult
I'm danger to an undercover, feeling like mystical
Danger to an undercover feeling like mystical, Doechii
[Verse 4: Doechii]
They saying, "Doechii, don't do it," I've done it D-O-E-C-H, double I
Done devastated, doubleincarcerated, impostorated, doachies and doacheries, the agitation, deletor, decapitations, depurations, detour, building up a do-re-mi for desperation, for my dialect
Got the game a wreck, Hazer snake, I say that sh*t direct
Got a problem, say it with your chest, I spit it on the track
All you n*ggas whack, coming from a b*tch that barely rap
Me and Cloud gon' take you motherf*ckers off the Tampa map
Time to deport I do this sh*t for D-Sport
Your studios a pit of snakes, but sh*t at least you record

[Interlude]
Goddamn, Doechii, Cloud

[Bridge: Cloudmaster Price]
And you don't stop, me and Doechii be at your doorstop
n*ggas claim they real, but they not
No Wi-Fi, you no hotspot

[Verse 5: Doechii & Cloudmaster Price]
Yeah, take your f*ckboy and I can turn him to my husband
n*ggas wanna play, but they trippin' by a dozen
Culture vulture b*tches see them circle and they buzzin'
When a n*gga blow, watch him multiply my cousins
You ain't even eatin', this ain't Ramadan
I done love with a f*ckboy what you on?
Hunt these b*tches with my iPhone, Pokemon
And I'm the mother of your mother (Yeah), hoe, you're my son (Ayy)
Ooh yeah, knock knock, came up in this b*tch with a Ziploc
n*gga, you can get shaked like dreadlocks
Hoes think it's a joke like Red Fox
Two words for a hatin', n*gga, you can kill rocks
If they testin' my patience, I just might
Yo, why they keep sleepin' with the bad mites?
Lil' Shoney fall through with the hair right
Get a 414 if you act right
I'm in orbit with my sneeze like a satellite
And yeah my dome look fine, yeah she hella tight
And me and Doechii updated Biggie and Kim
Beagin' and slim, never touchin' the rim
The shot wet with it, loners over everything, never will forget it, yeah
[Outro: Cloudmaster Price & Doechii]
Ayy
I ain't got sh*t to say
I have sh*t to say I'm Doechii from the motherf*ckin' Northside
I am Doechii, b*tch