[Chorus:]
I got weeds
I got bands
Girl I can never feel myself
I got my team
With no new friends
I don’t need nobody else
What the fuck with imma do with all these clout

[Chorus:]
I got weeds
I got bands
Girl I can never feel myself
I got my team
With no new friends
I don’t need nobody else
What the fuck would imma do with all this clouts [x2]
Im off the weed
Im off the lane
And I can never feel myself

[Verse 1:]
I’m cutted up yes
Bands on me yes
Cloud Lord am the best
She think I work out how I flex
And I’m so, oh so arrogant
I got it on my chest
I get money that’s fact
W O I thought sometimes
Sometimes I wonder why these n***a hate on me
Because I get best n***a faithfully
And when I get rich I putting on my team
I too damn
I’m still finessing, yes I’m doing skanks
I like my bitches full
Ye top a the line
I beat that pussy up
I committed a crime
I turn clout into money
You ain’t worth a dime
A million dollar man
Cloud Lord ain’t need to sign
What the fuck am I gonna do with all this clouts
What the fuck would imma do with all this clouts
Fucked up, next I’m up now
What the fuck the fuck W.O. gonna do with all this clouts
[Chorus:]
Im off the weed
I’m off the lane
God damn
And I can’t help but feel myself
What the fuck imma do with all this clouts
What imma do with all this clouts