Partial Clouds (Explicit)

Verse 1: Racing Gaming

Took her for a drive out in the car (drive)

Niggas be dancin’ where everybody like my bar (brave bar)

No, no, no more niggas in the park

For a bitch, this is a feelin’ through my dog bark (bark)

Wow, how are you doin’?

You must have been bitches everywhere to get goin’ (goin’)

Man, take my old house out (house, old)

Broke bitch tryna go my clouds about (what?)

Everything and this is nothing paid for cash (shit)

Cold blooded nigga out in the 50 droppin’ on the bitch everywhere downtown that sash (sash)

Yo, you better be goin’ tonight

Or with that, these niggas are gonna make you go fight (ooh)

Proclaim, proclaim, proclaim (proclaim)

Knocking out my bitch down train (wow)

For everybody, fuck around a drop aim

I'm sayin’ “Partial clouds”, now it's all a shame

Couple bitches out on the street (street)

These are some flickin’ niggas coming out to peace (peace)

Droppin’ the stage, all in Illinois

We must make the bridge, fuck that shit boy

Chorus: Typhoon

Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash

You must be so hungry over all that shit

Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter

Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds

Verse 2: Slime

Slime!

More niggas gonna go my way (way)

Caves are brakin’, caves are goin’, but that is something for breakin’ (now)

Real bitch, all of a time (time)

Make the winner bitch, nigga why don't you climb? (why don't you?)

Braggin’ ‘bout a basketball, there is nothing ever wrong with that (wrong)

Like me, he would break my bitch (break it)

Elliott, take all these bitches walkin’ (walkin’)

Nope, partial clouds got the markin’

Pop on your man, that is tryna be smalkin’

Now, not being a nigga, this shit is really coughin’

Don't make me wanna play, I'm not a dolphin (skrrt)

Pray ‘til a bitch going at your whip

And I fuck the big man, knockin’ out your hip

Isabella, fuck what he do (he do)

Chop on the vault like a redo (okay)

Chorus: Typhoon

Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash

You must be so hungry over all that shit

Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter

Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds

Verse 3: Typhoon

Bro, I'm takin’ a typhoon building

Singing all my walrus, thrilling (ah)

Bigger and better shit, then I keep a better shit (better shit)

Nigga pocket watchin’, then that is gonna be rockin’ (what is?)

My drip, no, not takin’ a real creep tip, oh

Pertain a litte bitch this is bangin’ songs (banging)

Ooh, now exits are exits, much better (hey)

Voltage to the Spike, these are people out the bars

Innocents out that bad trash, that is mad lash (mad)

Pros are coming, partial clouds are talkin’ (what are they doin’?)

What's a nigga doin’ if they want some food? (food)

Nope, nobody need some shit through the building (typhoon)

Holy shit, this the only big bounce between niggas

Boy, don't be talkin’ all that shit, this nigga is a bitch

Come and get your ass smacked (do it)

Run up, then I'm gonna blow your house down (blow it down)

Chorus: Typhoon

Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash

You must be so hungry over all that shit

Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter

Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds

Verse 4: Voltage Spike

Spike!

Now, I be winnin’, I be competin’

But this is a must and everything be readin’ (wow)

We are headin’ out for a nigga

Brought everybody out in this bitch

Takeoff no new bitch, so I'm taking important shit

Nowadays, the spike family needs to like a bit of real life and like my shit

My 3 point shooting, huh? What's wrong? (wrong?)

She said, “Takin’ out the trash is really gettin’ kind of boring”

I helped her out, and she had something

(Ooh) Now be on a bitch, buttons everywhere

The clouds are in some partial shit, nigga you need some facts, ooh

Racing Gaming on the pussy is still matched, ooh

Hard bitch, good pussy, talkin’ shit to shit (what is that?)

Balloon burkin’ bag, this Louis bar is very strong (strong)

My bitch is always bein’ caught wrong (ooh)

Partial fuckin’ clouds makin’ all these niggas pay

Overload my only bitch, this pussy nigga on a relentless day

Come on, display (hey, hey, hey)

Chorus: Typhoon

Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash

You must be so hungry over all that shit

Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter

Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds