Cloud 9 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yarri)
(614ASE)
Gang, ayy, yeah, ayy
On cloud nine, n*gga smokin' on Gelato
Take a n*gga b*tch and give her back, yeah, she a thot ho
Bad foreign b*tch, yeah, she lookin' like Mulatto

[Verse]
A n*gga in the booth on cloud nine, smokin' on Gelato
I might take a n*gga b*tch and give her back, yeah, she a thot ho
This some bad foreign sh*t, she lookin' like Mulatto
I'm the type to drop a bag and go and get it back tomorrow
I'm the type to drop a bag and get it back the next day (On God)
Got this sh*t straight off the muscle, I ain't tryna flex, bae
And your b*tch, she tryna kick it, but I'm not no sensei
Yeah, I want a bad white thick b*tch who look like Kim K
But I can't worry about that ho, I'm steady out here chasin' cake
Man, these n*ggas movin' frosty, swear to God these n*gga flake
Can't wait to come to your city, turn up the crowd and rock the stage (Gang)
I'm headed to the next chapter, I think it's time to flip the page
Man, this b*tch, she actin' childish, told this ho to act her age (Gang, ayy)
Man, a n*gga feel like Tony Tiger, I'm outchea livin' great (What?)
Tryna run me up some M's and move my family outta state (On God)
And, no, lil' n*gga, I'm not trappin', I'm makin' money other ways
You gotta stay way from the fake, cut off the ones who like to leech
I be spittin' real sh*t, you gotta listen when I speak
Me and Jus the city boys, might hit your ho out on the beach (Real sh*t)
Could've been a pastor, get up on the beat and then I preach
Take a n*gga b*tch for the night, then give a ho back to the streets
I ain't tryna be a teacher, but if you listen, I can teach (Huh?)
My n*gga go and do a drill and wash his hands off with the bleach (What?)
I keep my Backwoods and my Raws, no, I don't f*ck with grabba leaf (Gang)
I told the b*tch I'd hit her up, but I didn't do it, yeah, I lied
You can tell a n*gga booted, take a look into my eyes
I been kissin' mary jane, she lift me high up in the sky
He in all black, mask down, these n*ggas rollin' in disguise
n*gga, never trust a swoop, 'cause all these b*tches out here hoein'
Feel like Justin, n*gga try to snatch my chain, I ain't goin' (Ayy)