Lifted

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Getting lifted, never coming down
Getting lifted

Getting dumb on the drum like rum-pum-pum-pum
Better run, when I come, what a bomb bomb
Sipping on coke and rum, getting so drunk
Everyone wondering where she come from?
Got gold on my necklace, gold on my wrists
Girls getting mad cause their boys want a kiss
Fast with the cash, I just throw it in the bag
Everything I wanna have (well I think you get the gist)

Upside downside, inside outside
Hitting you from every angle there's no doubt
Poetry in motion, coast to coast and
Rub in in your skin like lotion

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

H-U-F-F, huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
Style will hit you, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam!"
Turn it up, now hear me get buck wild
I'm about to blow, light me up

Upside downside, inside outside
Hitting you from every angle there's no doubt
Poetry in motion, coast to coast and
Rub in in your skin like lotion

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Getting lifted, never coming down
Getting lifted, never coming down
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Getting lifted, never coming down
Getting lifted

I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a 40
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted