"Cloud Making Machine" lyrics
(feat. Mookie Jones)
It's your royal high ass
Excuse me as I fly past
I grab a quarter of the finest
Some blunts and EZ Widers from the corner store behind us
Me n' DZA is high
Go to the sky to find us
We ain't coming down
Ready for another round (Auto)
Got everything I need
To build a cloud making machine
Hand breaks down the sticky (Auto)
Blunt crying out lick me (Auto)
Now this is where it gets tricky (Auto)
Thumbnail splits the Philly (Auto)
Now you empty out the guts
Then you fill it up
Twist it up twist it up twist it up twist it up
Wait, you ain't built it yet
Not til you light it up
And you don't puff til you fire up
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
Right
Break the bud up I be burning
Stress free, no concerning
Use to be a chronic blunt smoker but I converted
Big bamboo gotta switch the flow up
Taste the weed and it get me more buzzed
I don't even twist I dump my bud up in my Futurola
Let it roll for me then I spark it up
Exhale, cough it up
I'm a cloud making machine
This is dour nigga not green
Once you smoke a joint with me it be goodnight Irene
Nigga, two puffs pass off, Rondo
This that Headband, Greenhouse, combo
Typical I be high as shit, y'all know
Everyday nigga wake and bake, auto
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
I'm blowing O's, blowing O's nigga I smoke
Light it, don't fight it, it's the pot head oath
It's that power it's that potent it's that right, right nigga
Big buds no seeds, wanna go night night nigga?
Burn it down and then get out of there
Mr. G couldn't even predict the clouds in here
It's a loud affair
Ain't no problem to find me just follow the sour trail
So uneasy you won't believe the amount of stares
I get but I'm fly and I'm good and I'm high
Relaxed, chink eyed, good night
Smoking dirt in Dutchs that's foolish to me
I dump the dour in the doobie indubitably
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
Excuse me as I fly past
I grab a quarter of the finest
Some blunts and EZ Widers from the corner store behind us
Me n' DZA is high
Go to the sky to find us
We ain't coming down
Ready for another round (Auto)
Got everything I need
To build a cloud making machine
Hand breaks down the sticky (Auto)
Blunt crying out lick me (Auto)
Now this is where it gets tricky (Auto)
Thumbnail splits the Philly (Auto)
Now you empty out the guts
Then you fill it up
Twist it up twist it up twist it up twist it up
Wait, you ain't built it yet
Not til you light it up
And you don't puff til you fire up
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
Right
Break the bud up I be burning
Stress free, no concerning
Use to be a chronic blunt smoker but I converted
Big bamboo gotta switch the flow up
Taste the weed and it get me more buzzed
I don't even twist I dump my bud up in my Futurola
Let it roll for me then I spark it up
Exhale, cough it up
I'm a cloud making machine
This is dour nigga not green
Once you smoke a joint with me it be goodnight Irene
Nigga, two puffs pass off, Rondo
This that Headband, Greenhouse, combo
Typical I be high as shit, y'all know
Everyday nigga wake and bake, auto
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
I'm blowing O's, blowing O's nigga I smoke
Light it, don't fight it, it's the pot head oath
It's that power it's that potent it's that right, right nigga
Big buds no seeds, wanna go night night nigga?
Burn it down and then get out of there
Mr. G couldn't even predict the clouds in here
It's a loud affair
Ain't no problem to find me just follow the sour trail
So uneasy you won't believe the amount of stares
I get but I'm fly and I'm good and I'm high
Relaxed, chink eyed, good night
Smoking dirt in Dutchs that's foolish to me
I dump the dour in the doobie indubitably
Just split it, gut it, fill it, tuck it, light it up
Exhale, it's a cloud making machine
Have you ever built cloud making machines?
[x2]
